We're on a family vacation, driving through the desert in Nevada. The girls and I are gritting our teeth and doing the best we can to endure. David and Calvin are having a grand old time. David gave our son an atlas of the 50 states and showed him the route. Calvin instantly fell in love with this concept and has been keeping us informed with regular updates as to where we are and how far we have to go. When not poring over the map, he's been looking out the window and peppering David with questions.
Calvin: Look, Dad! Did you see that?
(a few minutes later)
C: What about that, Dad? Did you see that?
(a few minutes later)
C: Did you see that? Did you? Did you?
Sabrina: It's dirt, Calvin. Just dirt. It's ALL dirt.
David: Hey, guys, we're over halfway there!
S: We're almost there?
D: No, I said we're over halfway there. We still have five hours to go.
S: So. Much. Dirt.
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