Red House: Part Three

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I simply can’t believe how well she did in the car on the way to Bob’s hotel.  I mean, I don’t even remember being that agreeable on my trips down here with the fam when I was younger, and I didn’t have as credible an excuse as The Princess would have.  I’m just floored with how well it went.

Yes, the first leg of our trip was a smashing success.  And The Princess knows it.  She’s tearing back and forth across the hotel room, from the door to the bathroom and back, in a frantic attempt to burn off some steam.  The kid just sat in a car for ten hours, for goodness' sake.

Giggling all the way, she and Arlington make that mach-speed trip from the door to the bathroom and back no less than eighty thousand times.  Hair flowing behind her, smile plastered on her face, she kicks it into gear and runs.

By the time she starts slowing down, The Grumps and Momma are getting famished.  Leaving Arlington the Attack Giraffe back at the hotel with Jessie to guard our precious belongings, the four of us jump in my little car and head down the hill to Applebee’s for dinner.

Little Miss Picky shows us her true potential in the back corner of this smoky Applebee’s.  After successfully polishing off her mac and cheese, she turns her fork on Momma’s plate, proceeds to eat half my broccoli and then starts trollin’ the Grumps’ plates for more.  Apparently, I’m not the only one who craves veggies after an entire day of junk food being eaten at 70 miles an hour.

After dinner, we head back to meet up with Jessie and Arlington.  The Princess resumes her running after going – again – in the potty with the funny blue water.  She and Arlington zip back and forth like a couple of track stars.

By the time she collapses on the bed with me, the soles of her feet are black as tar.

Stay tuned for Part Four.