I love the video screen and player. Youngest was fucking perfectly behaved and Eldest actually spent well over half the drive up front, talking to me. About the only downside, was that we spent roughly five and a half hours, watching about an hour and a half of Dinosaur Train - or in the case of Eldest and me, listening to it. We also spent about 60 miles of highway 127 in Ohio, arguing about whether we had gone this way ever before - which until today, the boys had never gone.
We are here, we just read Edward Fudwupper Fibbed Big and some Curious George. And now Youngest has decided to play with his damnable dog, instead of sleeping. Never mind getting up an hour early this morning and not getting a nap, he is just not big on sleep.
He has now started trying to sing along with the goodnight music, Mike Oldfield's Songs of Distant Earth.