Car fight and Rapunzel Hair

I love our new used minivan.

Right now I'm sitting in the front seat blogging away as my husband takes us to our exciting destination- the Festival of Books in LA.

I'm on my iPhone, by the way, so I have no idea how this will look when I post it.

But that's not important. What's important is that my husband is throwing out what I like to call "Chris' fascinating facts" while my children fight in the back seat.

For example, "Did you know that cruise ships have jet engines now?"

Fascinating facts (and he's got hundreds of them) are actually more pleasant than what's gone on the in the seat behind me. I didn't know an 8 month old and a 4 year old could already know how to do the whole sibling fighting thing in the car.

And I didn't know a 4 year old could find so many things to cry about.

Both kids are sitting next to each other. My 4 year old has burst out crying and said (five times now) "ow! Ian pinched me!"

The first time she spit at him (!) and I gently said, "Don't spit at your brother! He's just a baby, honey, he doesn't know he's hurting you."

After the fifth time, both my husband and I threatened to turn the car around. It's then that I remembered we have a whole other back seat. Which is where I will move my daughter when we stop for gas.

I love this car.

By the way, the other thing my daughter was crying about was that she wants to wear her Rapunzel hair (a long scarf I tucked into the back of her dress so she can pretend) into the book festival. This may be a battle I choose not to fight. So if you go to the festival today, you may see a small blondish girl trailing a long scarf out of her dress singing about being in a tower and having a dream. That would be my child.