Franklinsanity

1:04 pm, CA-37 N.  Heading to Tahoe for a weekend with our friends the Kawajas.

Quinn, The Empress, already flipping through her new Star Wars activity book.  Which appears to make R2D2 noises with every page turn.

Teddy obsessing over his dog coloring book – and map of the US.  He’ll color in each state when he sees a given state license plate.

Maryland!  Wham, an East Coast plate right off the bat.  The guy in the BMW next to Maryland (also a BMW) has a vanity plate that says DMN GNA.  I guess that’s a bummer if you’re Gina. Unless it’s supposed to mean she’s hot?  I don’t know.  Plenty of time to ponder.

1:11 pm, Kingsley freaks out.  He seems to need to do some serious evacuation.  Yes, it’s true, he refuses to do his business until AFTER he’s been in the car for 15 minutes.  We pull over.

I think we’re well conditioned for this trip, as a family.  Just sayin’.

Lovely traffic on 37.  The sun is sparkling off the cars and the low-lying salt flats near the North Bay.  The sky is a particularly rich blue.

1:18 PM, Kelly threatens to pull over for the second time within 7 minutes because The Empress has grabbed Kelly’s sun hat and crumpled it up.  I unbuckle my seat belt and climb into the backseat, from which I can carefully place the sun hat back in a flat position in the trunk.  With the dogs.  I’m sure they won’t touch it.

I officially hate R2D2 noises.