We got our CofC gear, strollers, diaper bag, blankets, etc. into the QX, turned the key, and something wasn't right. Long story, but we called the dealership and immediately was able to trade the QX for a small sporty sedan for the weekend.
Which made us feel like we were stuck in a can of sardines, albeit a fast can of sardines.
Cora loves to accelerate, and often screams from the backseat, "Daddy, go FASTER" wanting him to pick-up-the-speed. Before you assume that Landon is driving like Lightning McQueen, let me add that Landon usually slows to about 10 MPH before getting on an on-ramp so that Cora feels like he's going 90 when he is really just going 40. The 10 to 40 mph acceleration felt really dramatic in this ground-hugging sporty sedan, and Cora was screaming to go faster every time the car stopped.
Which led us to...
Quinny slept through the entire trip to switch cars, and Cora slept through (on a bench in front of a speaker) the entire tailgate. So, when it was time to leave the tailgate at bedtime, both of our kids were wide awake. On a Saturday night. Which made us feel like we could NOT just go home and waste the opportunity to have a family Saturday night outing. By the time that we left Ye Ole' Ice Cream Shop (where they do have Superman Ice Cream, if anyone needs some), Quinny was super tired. We pulled onto 17 towards I-526, and took the I-526 exit to get to Chuck Dawley. Cora was screaming "Go Faster", and Landon came off the ramp with a nice acceleration.
Quinny was furious. In an uncharacteristically Quinn moment, Quinn gave an angry high-pitch scream, then burst into tears. Cora stammered over her words for a second, gathered her thoughts, and then let Landon have it in a finger-wagging lecture.
Cora: Daddy, you scared Quinny! Don't you scare Quinny! YOU tell her SORRY QUINNIKINS! (then, in a sweet sing-songy voice) It's OK baby. It's OK Quinnikins. Daddy didn't mean to. Don't cry baby.
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