My Trip Over the Mighty Mac

On Friday mama and papa strapped me in my car seat and headed downstate to see Grandma and Grandpa Hardenbergh. Mom kept telling me how much fun we were going to have and how we were going to play, take naps, sing songs and the big event of the day - go over the Mackinaw Bridge. I humored her and smiled and cooed - but I really didn't know what the heck she was talking about. I was fine for the first half hour - mom played with me and we read books. But, she's just so pretty and so nice that I wanted her to hold me...but she refused. I was SO TICKED! So, I pitched a fit but she didn't seem to do anything about it. Then we started going over this bridge business. What's the big deal? I can't see out the window anyway. I wanted out of this contraption!!!! I was so mad! So I started to cry - and do you know what mom did????? She dug out her camera and started taking pictures of me! Can you believe it?




I decided to show her how I felt about her darn flash and zooms lens:

Once we got almost half way across the bridge I realized that this lady was not going to break. So, in my last ditch effort I decided to be pitiful. I shoved my bottom lip down - but nothing. Then I thought - "I know, I'll do my ...ooooo, oooo, oooo" (that always gets her)

But nothing! Once we were past the highest part of the bridge I became exhausted! Screaming is a lot of work! But, I still had a wild card in my back pocket - my eyes!!!!! So, I just sat and stared at mama... and gave her those eyes. She was almost broken - she had tears in her eyes and kept saying to papa, "I hate this... he's so sad". (I was, it's not fun being stuck in a car seat for that long)

A wave of sleep fell over me as the sun began to go down over Lake Michigan. This bridge really sucked - but I'm sure when I'm bigger it won't be such a drag.