We're on the way home from Louisiana, after visiting my Mom & Dad. We had a great time. Alex was pretty patient about the ride, the wait to open presents, etc. Until we started back, that is. A half hour before our stop to spend the night in Tuscaloosa, he'd had it. He'd watched Abbott & Costello Go to Mars and Abbott & Costello Lost in Alaska. There was less than an hour to the hotel, so we told him no more movies. Then came the fidgeting, whining and complaining. He basically had ants in his pants. We tried to tell him we didn't care for the ride either but that didn't phase him any. I then told him that Mimi and Paw really live only 15 minutes from our house but we just drive in circles for 11 or so hours to torture him. I almost got a smile.
When we got to the hotel he was wild. He was hopping and running and dancing. We tried to calm him down but it didn't work. When we got back from dinner the dance competition continued despite the confined space. Then, while removing his hoodie to wash his hands (and dancing), he slammed his forehead into the marble sink in the bathroom. He came up with a purple goose egg on the forehead, howling. He's really lucky that he had the hoodie over his head to cushion the blow. I thought it looked awful, but within 15 minutes he'd recovered sufficiently to eat his dessert. By bedtime, there was still a bruise, but no bump or swelling. Since I checked his symptoms on the web, I guess I'll let him go to sleep. (After checking the size of his pupils!) Let's hope tomorrow's trip goes faster and smoother. Homeward bound!
