I figured out why Desta was in such a horrible mood the other day. On the way to Grandpa's, we stopped at my dh's work to pick him up. We also switched cars. My dad had picked up the two younger kids from dh's work and taken our car, with the carseats, and left his truck for dh. We drove my dad's truck to his house so we could return it and pick up our car. It's the kind of truck with the extended cab with backseats that face sideways. Desta rode in the backseat on the way to Grandpa's, and apparently she disliked it enough that it ruined her whole evening.
Namaste!
Namaste!










