On Sunday, the boys and I were driving home from Aspen to Denver. After a winter of weekend ski lessons, we are used to the hour traffic jam caused by accidents or winter weather. We even sat one Friday on the mountain highway, closed for hours due to a police chase and shooting.
So leave it to the authorities to conduct unexpected tunnel blasting in July. Another “hour plus” delay. Importantly in our car, another “hour plus” before the kids would see the dog.
I expected a disaster of bad moods, whining and bathroom breaks. Instead, my ten year old rolled down the window and shouted at our fellow travelers.
“I hate this! Drive, people!”
When that elicited minor laughter from his brothers, “Santa, where are you! Save us!”
“Where is the Easter Bunny when you need him? EATER BUNNY!!!!”
What would the Easter Bunny do?
Followed by chanting, “WE HATE THIS! HEY! WE HATE THIS! HEY!”
Grateful for laughing kids in bumper-to-bumper traffic, I had to join them. “NOT AS MUCH AS ME! NOT AS MIUCH AS ME!”
And so it went, interspersed with shouts for the Easter Bunny, until we detoured past the tunnel and picked up speed.