I drove back the same way we came back— North. We travel for more than 3 hours before stopping at a gas station along the expressway.
David has woken up but he doesn't make a fuss. He's a very good little boy. No temper tantrums that most 2-year olds would have. He simply asks his Mom to take him to the bathroom for a diaper change and for a bottle of milk in his sweet little voice. "Mommy, can I have some milk pwease? And my diaper is wet." Although we can see his discomfort, he doesn't cry. This amazes me as I watch how Dinah calmly talks to him while she unbuckles his seatbelt.
Then I understand why, she talks to him directly like a grown up in her soft and soothing voice. No baby talk.
I volunteer to take him to the men's room instead while Dinah grabs some snacks for all of us from
