Roadtrip 2018: MInnesota to Ohio

I used to do this day by day, but let’s be real, there’s nothing between home and Ohio that we haven’t mentioned before. The quick rundown is that after much thoughtful consideration and conversation with all involved, we’ve decided to head out on our road trip. Initially we weren’t sure, but we’ve decided at this point, it might be best for all involved if we do.

Here’s the latest:
Our first stop is alway McDonalds for breakfast. Always. It’s gross, but it’s tradition.
Punk discovers a fly in the car. While he’s annoying to the rest of us (the fly, not the kid), Punk and Tiny take pity on him and name him Daniel. He hitchhikes with us through three stops, and only departs at a rest stop in Illinois.
We stop in Wisconsin Dells for lunch at Mac’s and dessert at Goody Goody Gumdrop. Always. They no longer sell chocolate covered gummy bears, which is the only reason I continued to approve this stop for the last five years. 







This trip took us to Burr Ridge, Illinois, followed by lunch at Mug & Bun in Indianapolis, Indiana. We always stop at Mug & Bun when we go to Indianapolis. Always. Our feet stick to the floor, and we drink way more root beer than we should, but it’s tradition. 






Tiny finds a new fly - Daniel Junior. Kooka is appalled when Neeks asks if she can take him back with us in the van. We are all aghast Tiny she says, “You guys, it’s not his fault he’s a gross fly! Come here Daniel Junior.” She proceeds to reach out for him, he lets her pick him up and and carry him around for five minutes before he zooms off to another table.




The drive to Columbus brings another surprise - Tiny’s front tooth finally falls out. It’s been over a year since she lost the last one.







Tonight we’re at the Hawthorne Suites, which is large and lovely enough for us to cook a homemade dinner, and has tooth-fairy sized cups, for emergencies like ours. Hope the tooth fairy is as good of a tester as Neeks.



Comments

Treats said…
How is it that you aren't all obese from your road trips. My dad can catch flies like nobody's business. He'll grab one and take it outside - he never kills one. He and Neeks could make a great team. Have fun today!!
j said…
Ha! We were all laughing at her, saying “Go ahead and try!” She wasn’t even sneaky or quick about just asked him and coaxed him onto her hand. And we will be obese soon. We’re stopping for lunch at a place with French fry sandwiches.
Unknown said…
When I was young, my dad (now in his 90s) would use a long human hair to make a leash for a fly. He'd make a loose knot at one end of the hair and slip it onto the fly. This may have been how a depression-era child entertained himself.