Josh stole the Kindle and is tearing through books 2 and 3 of The Hunger Games trilogy, so I have plenty of time to post. I started reading book 1 and loved it so I decided to share the joy and read it aloud to him during our L O N G drive back to northern CA yesterday. We made it about 1/2 way through the book by the time we got home and then he read ahead and finished it last night and has already downloaded the other 2 books – I’m guessing I won’t be able to find out what happens to Katniss Everdeen for a few days. *sigh* Back in the real world, while Josh and I were absorbed in a fictional reality show where kids fight to the death to determine a winner (yes, I know it sounds weird, but it’s a great read), our youngest son was creating his own bloodshed in the back seat of our minivan. I guess he was bored by the many hours of driving so he decided to pull out his Swiss Army knife and started carving a stick into a spear. He managed to significantly cut his finger and bleed all over himself and a towel that he found back there, but never told us. It was only once we stopped to get gas and his brothers noticed that his finger was still bleeding that we knew anything about it. I don’t know how Calvin, sitting next to him, managed to miss the huge bloodstain on the white towel, but whatever. One $6 box of Band Aids later and we were back on the road. This time, to help keep the baby from screaming bloody murder the entire time I sat next to her and continued reading. Until she started projectile vomiting all over herself, her carseat and even managed to spray it out of the carseat and onto my seat. Another stop, a change of clothes and 1/2 a pack of wipes later we were once again heading north. Just as the baby finally stopped screaming and fell asleep, youngest son had to pee. Since stopping always wakes the sleeping giant and we still had several hours on the road that we didn’t want marred by baby yelling, we told him he could either hold it or pee in a cup. He chose to pee in a cup, but then spilled it on himself, dad’s suit, and the car, but didn’t tell us. It was only once we made it to the next stop (yes, we had to stop 43 bajillion times yesterday) and saw the huge wet spot all over the leg of his shorts that we put it all together. *sigh* We haven’t decided if Caleb wins the Covert Operator award or if his brothers win for being the Least Observant Car Passengers Ever, but the prize for all of us is cleaning out the car today. Ick.