Little Miss Thing, age 5: “Let’s play I Spy.”
My Oldest, age 13: “No. I don’t want to.”
LMT: “Yes!”
Oldest: “No, seriously.”
LMT: “I spy… with my little eye… something that is… black.”
Oldest: “Your soul?”
LMT: “What is a soul? I don’t think I have one.”
Oldest: “This explains a lot.”
TRAVEL ADVISORY:
When stopping at a McDonalds in Chattanooga, TN, you should avoid referring to the locals as ‘Chatta-nougats.’
It upsets them.
Thank you, tiny Chevron gas station deep in rural Georgia, for giving me my first ever door-optional public bathroom experience.
At least I had my back to the parking lot.
Also, based on the sanitation conditions, I am now considered high risk for Ebola and will be voluntarily surrendering myself to the CDC.
Yecch.
Very Vocal Viking 