Walking to my parking structure after work, I call G.  I hear Big Mochi singing along to Gwen Stefani in the background.  They’re stuck in 5-mph hour traffic because they shut down the 15 at Baker (halfway point from home to Vegas).  What would normally take a little under 4 hours took him almost 8, but they made it safely.  He sounded so exhausted, I didn’t bother to ask how he entertained Big Mochi in the car for all that time.

Meanwhile back at the homefront, Baby Mochi is wondering where her sister and daddy went.  So I told her they went to Las Vegas to visit Tutu.  She repeats my answer in question form (I love that) to confirm and when I agree, she says, “Oh, no!  They forgot!”  So I ask, “What did they forget?”  And she says, “Me and Mommy!”  Awww…

But after the traffic G had to endure, I’m soooooo grateful we weren’t in that car.  I’ll save THAT story for another day…