|Where's my ride?|
My daughter and I took the granddaughter (who is not quite three) on a road trip to meet her great grandfather and other assorted relatives that live in the Boston area.
|Are we there yet?|
It was granddaughter's first long drive, first time in a hotel, first visit to the beach, first meeting of cousins her age from my side of the family. There were a few meltdowns (a spectacular one at Trader Joe's in Peabody and an interminable one on I-90, all the way from Boston to Albany), but in general, she was quite the trooper as we dragged her here, there, and everywhere.
|Stylin' the rest stop|
She must have been having fun because she did not want to go home. The grown-ups were more than ready for their own beds, though. Once back in the Fort, I told my daughter, Let's do this again... in about three years.