Four in a Car: A Chronicle

The scenery was lovely:

Bug was So Totally Over It:

We were stalked by the GIANT INSECT OF DEATH:

The baby kept using her cunning powers of cuteness (also: wailing) to make us stop and take her out of her seat:

Lorso concentrated on the road, like the ever vigilant driver that he is:

I pretended that I wasn’t taking my own pictures to pass the time in the car (OMG MY FAAACE, WHERE’S MY FAAAAAACE??):

The baby told me if I took one more picture she’d punch my lights out:

I listened.

We got home safely.

The End.