We loaded up the minivan with all seven of us and headed East on I-10. Once we were well East of Houston, Cade made a pit-stop request; he had to go pee. OK! So we pull over at the next exit, and Scott took Cade in to do his business. They came back out and reported that their mission had been accomplished. We loaded Jack back into the van as well (we needed to let our ball of energy out and exercise his legs) and took off again.
Not 2 minutes had gone by when we heard another peep from the peanut gallery: "Um, I need to go poo poo." WHAT?!??!?? We just stopped so you could go pee!!! Why didn't you say something then?
We were already way behind schedule (remember, we had left 2 hours later than we originally intended), but when you have to go, you gotta go. So we pulled over at the next exit and Scott took Cade into a less than clean bathroom. Cade noted that someone had 'painted' the bathroom; Scott was just relieved that Cade couldn't read what some people had 'painted' on the bathroom walls.
After about 10 minutes of sitting, Scott told Cade to put back his pants on, it was time to go. They were walking back out of the convenience store when Cade said, "Daddy, I have to go poo poo!" So back they went to the cess pool. 10 minutes later, they emerged from the establishment, mission accomplished. We got back on the road.
We finally made it to Port Arthur, somewhere around 2 PM. Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa had no idea that we were coming, so it was a fantastic surprise! We got to introduce Claire to her great grandparents...
and the boys got to show off their silly faces, drawing skills, and general charm.
Before we left, we got a picture of the four generations (Great Grandpa is 98 years old!).
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