Remember that cheesecake I had to go from the trucker's place in the previous entry? Here it is, half eaten a few hours back into the car. Cheesecake always seems to taste better after being cooped in a car!
Reminds me of J, asking, in the middle of nowhere:
J: "I want ice."
Mommy: "Sorry, we don't have any ice." (Errr, where do we get ice, in the middle of nowhere?)
J: "Ok. I want pizza."
Us (in our minds): "Me too."
Cheesecake to go
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