Dear Laney,
It's only Day 2 of our trip, and you've already learned an important life lesson, courtesy of the Holiday Inn Express Breakfast Bar: "All You CAN Eat" is not the same as "All You SHOULD Eat." We were about 20 minutes south of Salt Lake City when you started puking strawberry Yoplait all over the backseat. (No photograph. You're welcome).
We stopped a while later at a rest stop so I could clean you up, and so you could make this very lazy, not-very-bright lizard amble for his life. I am qualified to cast aspersions on the character of this lizard after watching it run slowly in circles around the same picnic table while being pursued by a squealing child.
This is the look you gave me right after I explained to you that you're never ever allowed to smack your dad in the head, even when he tells you it's time to quit chasing lizards and get back in the car. If Mom's not allowed to bop him on the head, no one is - family policy.
We made it to Grandpa Ron's house in Cedaredge just in time for you to whip up some dinner for the family. Good thing we're all big fans of soy sauce/canola spray/black pepper casserole. As Dora the Explorer would say, "Delicioso!"
You raised no fuss when we told you it was time for bed. I can't tell you how good you've been on this trip. You're digging the adventure of it all, and watching you experience new things has been the highlight of my life.
Love,
Mom
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