Gramma's GRAND Adventure.

It all started when I agreed to take 3 of the grandkids for the weekend. Shortly after, I remembered it was the same weekend as my brother's birthday. I convinced my reluctant husband and concerned grandkids that this was going to be a grand adventure.

We had pizza.

Then cake and ice cream.

Soon it was time to leave.

On the way home we learned a lesson. As Ally cried, I reached around back to help her when she spewed vomit all over her cousins, the car, and me.

It took us another 15 minutes to find a bathroom because, as usual, we drove the backroads. Dylan and Ally had a scream fest you would not believe although we wondered why Dylan was so worried his mother would kill him. Well, at least until I saw the DS.

Eventually, we marched out of the car like the troopers we were and into the restrooms. Dylan with Josh and me with Ally. Thank God I brought their overnight bags with us.

We killed the still reeking car with laughter and memories were made that would not be forgotten.

Sometimes, you have to break an egg to have a grand adventure.