Last month, we took a trip, with the entire family, to Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine, Texas.

We had several roadblocks on the way, and the boys (Hawk, 4 and Braxton, 7) were amazed at all of the new, undiscovered-by-them territory we were trekking.

At the site of a cemetary –

Hawk: That’s where you get killed and then you love each other.
Brax:  Yeah, that’s why there’s flowers everywhere.

Beside same cemetary –

Brax:  Those limbs in the tops of the trees are perfect deer horns.

Chit chat about the 2 Slip n’ Side Braxton got as birthday presents (one stayed at Mimi’s house and one came home with Hawk)

Hawk:  Mines goes 100 pounds fast.



Random:

Hawk: Preentzels (pretzels)

Brax: 900 and a thousand money

About Woody’s Hat (Toy Story) –

Brax: It’s like a poke-a-hot hat. You know?  Just a fishin’ hat that’s stickin’ up.

About the Sam Houston statue in Huntsville, Texas that Kylie dubbed “George Washington” when she was little –

Hawk:  George Washington doesn’t have a stick!

Pit Stop –

Brax:  Let me go in first, and then you can take Hawk in, Dad, I need to go.  If you see a porra potty, though, do it!

Oh, then there was:

Andy: Y’all see that airplane flow over us?

My boys don’t count big rigs or motorcycles on trips.  They count porta-potties.

Day 1 in the car – 32

Day 2 in the car – 16

Day 3 in the car – 27

However, I do believe they were the same 16ish porta-potties!

Totsy