From A to B

A bit of our time in CA was spent in the car, at which point I insisted I sit by Jack. Little sis, Lo, has gone down to visit the Ingrams more often than I have, so I feel I have the right.

I get the strange urge each time I'm in the car with my family for extended periods of time to play old school music or soundtracks. The Mask, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor DreamCoat, and Music and Lyrics were the chosen soundtracks for this trip.

On one particular vacation in Vegas to spend time with my sister, Megan, we made it a point to memorize the Potipher Song. Ever heard it? Wait...first question, do you even have any sort of interest in this Broadway? If you've answered no to the second question, disregard the first question, and skip right no to the pictures...you uncultured beasts...

This particular song challenges your accuracy alongside speed. I am proud to say Megan and I could sing this song flawlessly by the end of the trip. Not important, you say? I dare challenge that statement. In a Game Show of Don't Forget the Lyrics, will you bow out when the following words appear above you:

Potiphar was counting sheckels

In his den below the bedroom

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Not I! I will know the next lines, which will undoubtedly win me millions!

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When he heard a mighty rumpus

Clattering above him

Suddenly he knew his riches

Couldn't buy him what he wanted

Gold would never make him happy

If she didn't love him

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You see, it's car trips like the ones shown below that have prepared me for my future wins on Game Shows such as, Don't Forget the Lyrics - Broadway Style

Jack put up with his click-happy Aunt Claytlyn quite well, don't you think?



There was only once that Jack didn't enjoy his jaunt in the Sequoia, and that was post parking lot fit. Poor kid had a rough day, and stiffened like a board when Whitney tried to put him in his car seat. He did calm down a bit to tell his mom between sobs, "I want to hold you", which means "I want you to hold me". After a little cuddle time with mom, he relaxed enough to leave the parking lot. Poor little guy.

Whitney may kill me for calling him "poor kid". This fit was a BIG one, from what I'm told. But trust me...he's an angel! :)