Last week our family took a road trip to visit my parents near Sacramento. We made our first stop 45 minutes later, and that was after we had already been listening to Megan whine about needing a bathroom break for ten minutes! (I swear she used the potty the very last thing we did before we left). But with a newly emptied bladder, we were off again. Our plan to placate Liam with a continuous supply of milk backfired (pun very much intended), and so we needed one more emergency bathroom break in Weed, but then what's a road trip without a few annoying, but anecdote-worthy mishaps?
The first order of business after arriving: give Dopey a haircut!
Mac and I had a little misunderstanding with the shaver. I said "Why don't you try the second from the longest to start?" I meant in an inconspicuous place around the back or the side, but Mac made a dramatic pass right down the center of Liam's head, thus cementing his fate with a #4 shave.
"Look, Mom! Wouldn't I make a cute kid's cancer poster child?"
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