Once in Miami, a few minutes into our drive from the airport in MIA towards abuelo's house, as he drove us, like always, J inquired: Who is that guy driving?
Recently in VT, we made a very long stop at a UPS store with many members of the family held hostage in the van while F and I did an errand. After about forty minutes J yelled "Papi, can we hear rock music?"
Tía C- Your father is not in the car.
J- Who is driving then?
rofl !!!
ReplyDeleteit was pretty funny. in his own little world
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