Write two haiku about: bedtime routines.
While it clearly would have been a terrible idea to do the whole trip in one day, the second day of travel is always the worst with Max. He's just spent most of a day in a car, he's only had one night in his current location, and it really doesn't matter how excited he may have been at some point in the past about getting to our final destination.
He did not want to get back in the car this morning. Thankfully we had a break in the middle, as we took the ferry across to Vancouver Island. But even that first stretch, which only took about thirty-five minutes, was a hard sell.
The hour-long drive from the ferry terminal to my parent's house was never going to be easy.
Oh well, we're here now, at last. And we've got five nights before we have to make the return voyage. So I, personally, plan on enjoying them by being in the car as little as possible during that time.
This Sing the song is
again. And toddler again.
And again bedtime.
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Brush my food and eat
my comb...? It would seem that my