Sometimes the biggest cities also stunt your growth as a person. When I moved away from Manhattan, I had a hard lesson in "non-New York adult problems." No longer was it about just about deadbolting my apartment door or hiding my purse in case I fell asleep on the subway.
It was a different time then -- no handheld devices, telephones brought to the table, no viral turkey videos and no uploading photos of pumpkin pie. Not that there's anything wrong with that last one, I thoroughly enjoy looking at pictures of pie.
Of course we'd never resort to threatening our kids in the car to make them behave. Nuh-uh. But redirection will only get you so far. Then things devolve so quickly into backseat anarchy that the hapless driver is rendered powerless in mediating disputes. What should you do?
We recently went on a trip with the kids. In the car. It wasn't very far, but we were in the car for a good four hours. This detail is actually irrelevant because the following happens EVERY time we are in the car. It is just that it happened 721 times during our trip. This is the story...
Most of the kids on my panel didn't really think travel was as fun and educational as their parents did, but, on the bright side, almost as many wanted to hit the road as hang out at home. Here are their secrets to make travel more fun.