Our adventure with Nana the Banana
was not only incredible but went off without a hitch. Archer didn't cry
once. Okay, he cried once. But seriously, that was it. He managed the
eight-hour, two-day car ride with ease. Classy, dude.
He was not only a joy to road-trip with (I thank Nana the Banana for this) but he also rocked the hell out of the Madonna Inn,
dancing around elderly couples in his ring-around-the-rosy way. He
chased flower girls around the grounds of my cousin's wedding in Bodega
Bay and when he was sleepy, he simply climbed into his car seat, draped
his blankie over his face and passed out.
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