Way back in July when Gulley and I took the kids on our little Texas roadtrip, I discovered that Caroline’s portable DVD player had officially pooped the bed. I kind of knew that it was just a matter of time because when we’d driven to Houston a few months before it was acting all irritable and hormonal to the point that I wanted to just throw it out the car window while driving 70 miles per hour. In retrospect, maybe I was the one who was irritable and hormonal.
I’d conveniently forgotten the faulty DVD player until the morning we were leaving for Beaumont because a portable DVD player isn’t an immediate need like, say, water, food, or a great pair of jeans that make your bottom look small. Since desperate times call for desperate measures, I made the decision that Caroline could watch movies on my beloved Macbook, much like the way the Walton family used to watch movies as they traveled to town in their Model T Ford.
Fortunately, her pink headphones were still working so I could enjoy listening to all the classic country music while she watched Barbie Fairytopia for the 82nd time.
But that wasn’t all she was doing because when we finally arrived home, I discovered this.
Looks like Barbie Fairytopia got traded in for Photobooth.
I think that last picture was taken about five minutes before we got back home, at which point we were all just praying that the trip would be over soon.