It takes about 11 hours to drive to my dad’s house. That’s if you don’t have small people who need to stop frequently. We do have such small people, which meant we spent quite a bit more time on the road. In all that time, though, we only had a handful of whiney moments and not a single full-blown meltdown. I can’t take too much credit for that; we’ve been blessed with two extremely good little travelers. I did, however, do a few things to try to make the trip easier on them.
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