We went on a long car ride this weekend. I was very grumpy about it and spent the better part of two hours telling my parents that I thought they were mean to make me sit in my carseat indefinitely. Then we arrived and there was Grammy and Grandpa. They were so happy to see me and they were completely willing to overlook my bad behavior. "Oh Ben, were you sad?" I thought that was a nice way to look at it.
We had lots of fun together, playing and watching football and going to the beach. There were dogs at the beach and I enjoyed watching them a lot. Grammy read me stories and we cuddled. I really like grandparents.
Unfortunately we had to drive back last night. I was once again very upset. I got Mom to sit with me in the back and I stroked her hair until I went to sleep. But Dad keeps telling me that if I don't like the car I was born into the wrong family. I resent that.
2 comments:
Okay, Ben, here's what you need to do: First, get your parents to give you a brother or a sister. Parents always react strongly to this suggestion, and I don't see why, it can't be that big a deal just to buy a new carseat and baby. Anyway, once the baby gets big enough to play with, then car rides get better. Only you have to share your snacks then. -- Addie.
I like riding in the car, as long as we can listen to music and the car keeps moving. When the car gets stuck going slow, or those liberal people come on and start talking, it makes me mad. But I think it's OK, 'cause it makes Papa mad, too. ~Abbey
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