Back in last Labor day, we got stuck in a terrible traffic jam between Austin and Dallas. We were in a place where no building could be sighted when Jackson said he really needed to pee. We pulled aside and found a place near the road for him. We never talked about it ever since.
Fast forward to this March in San Diego. We were driving to the zoo. Norah was drinking from her water bottle but Jackson's water bottle was in the trunk. He begged us to stop and get his water bottle. We told him that we don't stop in the middle of highway. He started: Last time you guys stopped when we were driving on the highway and took me to pee in the grass. (How about that?!)
We looked at each other: That was 6 months ago!
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