needing a vacation from vacation

back from the lake. Long trip home.

The first of 5 or 6 stops was to capture the snapping turtle that was on the loose.

"Graham. A turtle is on Claire's book."

I ponder which book of Claire's has a turtle picture....

"Graham are you looking at your turtle?"

"No, Graham down there!"
"It's YOUR turtle"
"And, now it's crawling by mommy's door."

What?!?!? You've got to be kidding. I peer towards the door and grab my magazine.
Really, a big snapping turtle's mouth is inches from my thigh, this is no joking matter. And, I don't care if were on the interstate going 85--pull over this instance.

Sometimes, I really wonder why God decided to give me the amphibian, bug obsessed child. Really, why me?

Fortunatley the next 5 or so stops only involved potty breaks, Claire, gas fill up, Claire, Starbucks (....ok...maybe that was my fault), Claire, and the I'm hungry, I'm thisrty pleas from the back seat, and oh yeah, Claire. But, whew, no more amphibians.