Traveling With Kids

I was 11 hours into a 12 hour drive when my 4yo threw a juice box at my head. A few minutes earlier, she threw a light up Moana Croc. Both times she laughed at me, and both times the laughter hurt the most.

I know she didn’t mean to be a jerk, but she’s four, so it’s just in her DNA. One moment she’s a snuggler, and the next moment she’s the spawn of Sat…