(Let's just continue on as if we hadn't just taken a month-and-a-half break, shall we? If you need to catch up, read Part One here)
Cruising down the road, following The Grumps’ truck, we’ve got the windows down and the radio up. That’s right, The Princess is jammin’ to Zac Brown, dancing in her seat. She doesn’t like Rascal Flatts, though. Slightly creepy how much like her momma this little gal is turnin’ out to be.
Ah, hell. Silly old Grumps have decided to take us through H-Town, where the main road has been under major construction for more than a year now, and traffic crawls at the best of times.
An hour later, we’re still jammin’ to the radio in our little car, though the windows have gone up and the air has been turned on. I catch her eye in the rear view mirror, and she flashes me her pearly whites.
We drive and dance, snack and play. Each time we stop, we hit the potty. Momma’s always armed with a fresh Pull-Up, but – joy of joys – we don’t need even one during the ten-hour first leg of our trip.
We pull into the parking lot of Bob’s hotel, where we’ll be staying the night before completing our journey in the morning. We go inside. She tinkles on the toilet and laughs at the blue water in the bowl.
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