Our Boy Stuey

On the ride from Baltimore to Woodstock, I often rush around getting the boys and myself packed that I forget to grab a bite to eat. Normally I don't stop during the two hour and fifteen minute drive, but I was so glad that by Winchester Tripp said, "Mommy, I want something," and I pulled off for a quick Mickey D's pick-mommy-up and the boys split a happy meal. Stuey was sleeping until he took in the aroma of the fried food and popped up over the seat to try to sneak a bite or two from the boys.

Stuey wants a chicken nugget...and a french fry!