Sunday, September 03, 2006

The day we drove to Maine


You were my ride pal. Me and mom and you in the back seat was the most fun ever. We stopped in Jersey to take you great-great-Nanna out to lunch. Your had a fish sandwich. I had a greek salad. You mom...don't remember...But we split french fries. You ate some mush, maybe. Then we dropped Nanna off and hit the road.

When you cried, we sang Bingo.
When you cried and wouldn't stop, we stopped in Hartford and had a picnic at an old folk's home.
You talked to Daddy, your grandfather, on the phone. He calmed you down.

It was some good fun stuff in that car.

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