And now a word from kids like you . . . a.k.a a guest writer

My Trip to Chicago
By Amy Thomas

The bathroom stall told me to kill my TV and that leprechauns were going to get me. Then my mom got confused pulling into the rest stop because it said trucks one way and cars the other. Well, since my mom drives a truck she didn’t know which way to go. Once on the road again my mom had a soapbox moment on why American coffee shops only have one stall restrooms. Why? I don’t know and I don’t care. My sister, yes, the pregnant one, is trying to attack me with her belly. Let me tell you why I don’t want to touch a pregnant belly…um, there is something living inside of there! To most, this is a beautiful thing. To me, it’s just weird. Why can’t babies come from somewhere else? Like the stork that our mothers teach us about. I would much more consider having children if someone where to leave it on my front door step preferably potty trained and in college. So while we are talking about pregnancy, let’s talk about birth. I am supposed to be in the room while my sister is giving birth! Lucky me my only job it to catch Jim, my brother-in-law, the one responsible for this whole pregnancy, when he faints. There is a good and bad to this, like most things in life. Jim is tall, tall enough to block my view of whatever else might be going on that I don’t think I am prepared to see. The other side, Jim is tall, tall enough that when he falls he is taking me and probably two other innocent spectators down with him. I hope this kid likes me.

It’s now lunchtime, we are about 30 miles outside of Chicago but mom wants to eat before we get stuck in traffic. So, being the caring mother that she is asked what we wanted to eat, offering up the restaurant that is “now serving pies?!?!” We now decided on Bob Evans….um, they have PIES too! I think someone wants pie. Mom parked the car and just came in to meet us, it’s raining outside. So as mom was putting away her umbrella she said “cheap ass umbrella” um, yeah, it’s National City. Nuf’ said.