On the last 30 minutes of our trek to my parent’s house this weekend, the midget terrorists became restless. The sighs of sheer boredom and the repetitive whining consisting of “she’s touching me” as well as the moans making it perfectly clear that they were going to perish from starvation because “WE HAVE NOT EATEN IN AT LEAST 36 MINUTES!” were about ready to cause my chin and neck hair suddenly sprout up again, even though I had just finished plucking them that morning. I realize that was a run on sentence, but it conveyed my feelings of headimploditis, which, after reading that last sentence is what I’m sure you are experiencing now. Oh, and by the way? “I have to go to the bathroom!”

My eldest daughter suddenly blurted out that there was a cloud that looked like a baby bottle nipple. When I turned my head to get a glimpse of it, I realized she was correct. Not to be outdone, I quickly pointed out the “elephant lying on its back with its trunk up in the air” (hey, I have never been known for my originality). We found a couple more interesting clouds, when Chickie, the fruit of my loins, my first born, and the child I had SO MUCH HOPE FOR, shouted:

”Mom! There’s this cloud over on my side that looks like a giant turd sleeping on a pillow!”

Are we there yet?