Recently drove 11 hours from Truckee to Mt. Hood and within the first hour upon departure, 2 of our 3 children asked Tarah and I the question that has become possibly the most notorious & comically irritable inquisitions of modern times…
This quickly prompted me to add fuel to the fire and lead a co-writing song session with the family titled…
“Are We There Yet” 🤦♂️
Rolling in the Sprinter
Truckee to Mt. Hood
10 plus hours on the road…
Mommy said…
This should be good 😅
Sissy in the back wondering why we going so slow…
Biscuit’s got his ball, bat glove & skis
Staying hyped, the young go hard is ready to go…
Peanut’s just staring out the window,
double whammy,
Forgot her book & ain’t got nothing to cook…
After knocking out a Daily Hustle,
boredom sets in…
Sit with it, don’t run, can’t run…
We are all stuck in a box of tin…
Not an hour went by when it came in a hurry
Tones of rage and hostile fury…
Undeniably the most dreaded question we’ve ever met…
Yup, F*ME…
“Are we there yet?”
We stop for lunch in Susanville,
Our Options
KFC, Mickey D’s or Taco Bell…
Bam Bam keeps his head down,
pounds his mit…
I hear u kid,
All 3 sound like gigantic crocks of shit…
Back on the road,
got 3 bean burritos
fresh tank of gas
Definitely a good thing the fam brought their masks 😷
Middle of nowhere
Not a Starbucks in sight
What I would do for a Grande Quad Shot Extra Hot Flat White…
Hours later we finally hit Bend,
Sneaky town, running rivers, Chick Fil-A
Full SEND.
A couple more hours, we approached Hood
one more time
3 little rug rats misunderstood…
With a mile to go, it was an easy bet
Because all 3 at once shouted out…
“Are we there yet???!”
– EB
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