On the way up north, it was just Wendy and I and the two little boys. We stopped. a lot. I think Markie blew thru at least ten diapers on the way north, it was not our best time. Even with all those stops tho, I couldn't resist stopping just once, for me. I could see that wall of fog on the lake there around Munising and I just had to get in for a closer look.
Wendy's response? I think, "mm" was her exact choice of exclamation. As in, 'this is the most boring thing ever, can we just go? I make a very conscious effort never to compare the kids to one another, to enjoy each one for the person they are - but in this case I couldn't resist saying - "well, hmph, Allan would have enjoyed it"
Which takes us to the drive home and Allan was with us. In our drive down Quincy Hill heading towards Hancock and Houghton - again, there was a beautiful lay of fog coming over the hills. I poked Allan out of his book to have a look.
"I love how it dips into the crevices and how its like a solid, but it's not"
"The mood is so cool"
"I like where it transforms from the fog into the not fog"
And he goes on and on - I don't do his exclamations justice, he throws out words left and right to describe what he sees - he's really fun to listen to sometimes.
And Wendy? mm.