Baby Boy and I were just going to spend one night at "Ama's" house last night. This 17-hour stay included: a duffle bag for his "buddees," blankets and cars; a bag for his diapers and clothes; my bag, a cooler for his food; his diaper bag and another bag for his books and toys he can't be separated from on threat of major screams; the 80-lb dog; his food and bed and toys.
This is why I never leave the house.
As I was stuffing the last bag in and shutting the trunk before it busted out, the man coming to fix the water heater showed up.
"What you guys goin' on vacation for the week?"
"Yes, yes we are," I nodded with a smile.
Easier to lie than scare this man from forever having kids.