Backseat Driver

We forgot the cord to the DVD player, horror of horrors. We were now packed like sardines in a tin can travelling 70 miles per hour down foggy roads with no view. Still, we did pretty well. The kids played with K'Nex with William, listened to some audio tapes, and later, composed limericks on person per line.

After hearing complaints about my driving, I wrote my own for dh:

There once was a man named "Dad",
Whose passenger manners were bad,
His comments were snide
to the driver of his ride,
When in fact it's the best that he's had.

So there, backseat driver!

And, Anna wrote:
There was a man with big nostrils....

Well, we'll leave that poem for another time.