When we travel in the car for more than a couple hours, we take a snack for the girls. If we’re traveling for more than 4 hours, we often stop for an additional snack. I didn’t realize until the other day that Sophi gauges the length of a trip by how many snacks are involved.
We were talking the other day about geography, and I showed her where we were on the globe, and where the grandparents were, and then where Uncle Alan lives.
“Wow!” she said. “That would take snacks and snacks and SNACKS to get there!”
For those of us who have made it that far… it does take snacks, and snacks, and snacks to get there. Sophi’s analysis is correct.
My 4 grandwonders do the math this way: 6.5 hours = 3 feature-length disney movies, 2 fast-food meals, and 18 bathroom stops to get to grandma’s house. That’s when mommy drags herself in the door, drops all 12 bags on the floor and heads, without a word, upstairs to my bed, where she closes the door and is not seen until sometime the next afternoon.
Pit stops or Naps for me.
Snacks, snacks, SNACKS and a boat.