Littlest may need surgery in Pensacola. No flights until tomorrow and cost $500+. No busses until tomorrow and takes 30 hours to get there. Closest Amtrak station to Pensacola is New Orleans. Rental car will cost $450-ish to drive one way. Does anyone have a helicopter by chance, or have happened to invented teleportation? I guess I’m jumping in my car and driving the 12 hours each way.
UPDATE: I got a flight for tomorrow morning for just $250 but it’s connects through Miami.
Me: “Time for bed, princess.”
Little Miss Thing, age 6: “I can’t.”
Me: “It’s time.”
LMT: “I can sleep here. This couch is my bed now.”
Me: “Is that your big plan?”
LMT: “It’s not funny. I can’t go upstairs again until we get an elevator.”
(at tuck-ins)
“I love you. You’re an amazing boy. You’re strong and fast and smart and funny and handsome and hard working. I couldn’t ask for a better son.”
(hugging)
“Now go to sleep immediately, or I will beat you with this Harry Potter book.”
“You’re weird.”
“Yes, thank you. Are you asleep yet?”
(giggling)
“You better not be faking. This book is really heavy.”
(much giggling)
“Good night, my boy.”
“Good night, Dad.”
“I KNEW IT!”
(much tickling)
(much giggling)
(much love)
Very Vocal Viking 