A lot of our conversations lately have revolved around vacation. We seem to have vacation brain...one of us is even keeping a count down calendar on thier desk, but we won't mention any names. Last weekend when we were out for a drive and discussing hotels, Trey piped up from the back seat. Below is the conversation between us:
Trey..."Mom, we wouldn't even need to get a hotel. We have lots of room in here, we could just sleep in the back of the car. It would be cheaper."
Mom..."Umm, no, I don't think we'll sleep in the back of the car (we have an crossover/suv but still).
Trey..."Are you scared?"
Mom..."No, I'm not scared, but the car doesn't have a bathroom to use in the middle of the night or a shower to use in the morning."
Trey..."So?"
It was at this point that I decided any further discussion on the topic was useless...my final words to him were..."You are such a little Dennis". For those of you who know my dad, you will totally understand.
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