Conversations will go like this:
"Did you bring the Barbies Mama?"
"Yes, Sparky, they're in your backpack."
"ALL of them?"
"No, just two."
"TWO?! But I put ALL of them in my suitcase! With Momo, and Lion, and Blue Bear, and --"
"Honey, you know we can't take ALL of those, so I picked --"
That's where the whining and/or tantrum will start, and it may not end until abut Reno, GAWD HELP US ALL.
We're going to Las Vegas for an impromptu weekend, and to celebrate TWO kid birthdays -- Sparky's and her cousin's. Uncle Bocci, who is a chef, has taken orders for TWO cakes. I know, I know, and they'll be delicious, too. But something like 1200-1300 miles in a car with two young children AND MY PARENTS, who are hosting this little road trip (we like to refer to these as Sweaty Car Odysseys, and you can read about last year's SCO here) is enough to make me question my sanity. I'll be in the back seat with two car seats, breaking up fights and watching Nevada roll by.
Go read the Sweaty Car Odyssey post. Really. You'll feel better about your weekend plans, and probably your life. See you Tuesday!