We're home...and this time the drive was nine hours--so much better than twelve. Bug was terrific! He asked to hear Bruce early on (and I don't nudge or pinch him to do it, I swear, it's all on his own!) and then if Donnie turned it off Bug promptly asked for "my Bruce" again. Way to go, little man! Donnie finally told him that Bruce needed to take a nap.
Anyway, after nine hours on the road, we pulled up to our house (well, not our house, we pulled into a little space near the school across the street so we could unload our many bags and toys, and lug them through traffic, around concrete barriers, an 18-inch drop and over 1/2 a newly-paved road with a four inch gap between the road and our driveway [WTF?] because our street is still under construction and now even if we wanted to use our driveway it's impossible--sigh).
But I digress...we arrive home and Bug cries and cries and screams because he has to get out of the car. Huh?