Vacation Part Three

June 22, 2010

“All them kids yours?” The man who asks stands next to me at the soda dispensers. He has a huge beer belly, suspenders holding up his jeans, and a dirty baseball cap on his head. I’m pretty sure he didn’t have all his teeth.

It has been a long time since I have been asked this question. Rarely are we all out together anymore, at least not where people don’t already know us.

“Yes, they are all mine,” I answered. Everyone was behaving (or being have as my daughter would say)

“Huh.”. He looked me up and down and walked away.

My kids looked at me

“Well, that was weird,” my son said.

It really was.

Vacation Drive Part Two

We’re on the road to nowhere. Or at least it feels that way.

Vacation Drive Part One

We are at the half way point. After a stop at Dairy Queen for hamburgers, ice cream, and unlimited refills on soda, I warn everyone to use the bathroom so we don’t have to stop again anytime soon.

Guess who had to use the bathroom first?

As my son said, well that is irony for you.