See, Hallie wasn't always such a good little traveler. In fact, outings with Hallie pretty much guaranteed to be awful. Mother-in-Law and I were reminicing yesterday about driving to springfield to do some day shopping.
I would be driving, Hallie would be screaming bloody murder, and Barb would be contorting her body (sans seatbelt) over the carseats to hold the pacifier in Hallie's mouth.
Safe driving at its finest.
And then there was the time that I almost killed my brother. He was doing the body contorting described above on the way to drop him off at the Springfield airport, and I sort of almost accidentally missed a stop sign. Luckily, I slammed on my breaks in time, but he was then hurtled toward the front of the car. Not good.
And then there were the many solo trips I took to St.Louis or Moberly, but I try to block those out.
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