So as we were leaving L.A., Zola was pretty tired, irritable and hungry. I ran into Trader Joe's to get her some food while Ian entertained her in the car. I also grabbed her a balloon, as she loves getting balloons any time Ian runs to the grocery store.
After she ate, we agreed quietly in the front seat that we wouldn't engage with her so that she might eventually fall asleep.
From the backseat, Zola kept trying to get our attention asking lots of questions. My favorite one was, "Mama, our those mountains over there supposed to be my mountains?" Ahhh, the self-absorption of a toddler.
But it got funnier. "Mama, mama, mama ... MAMA! This balloon is driving me nuts."
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