...and then we landed. Drew slept through the whole landing ordeal and uttered nary a peep. We took the shuttle over to the car rental shack and he slept through that bus ride. Only when we got to the rental place did he start to get fussy. We figured he was hungry again.
I rented the car and Liz fed him in the passenger seat. Now we were ready to finish the trip in a slightly more comfortable manner. Oh, but that was not to be. Andrew decided much earlier than I did that he didn't like the new 2005 Pontiac Grand Am we rented (I reserved my judgment for a couple more days). He screamed like we had never heard him scream before from the airport to Manassas in rush hour traffic. For those of you who don't know what DC rush hour is like, think about trying to find a parking space at your local mall this weekend. Now imagine that experience on an interstate highway. The 20 mile trip took about 45 minutes but it seemed like hours. After we passed through old town Manassas, though, Drew passed out until we got to Liz's parents' house.
Aside from these two incidents, Andrew was wonderful on the trip. Even with these we can't complain about him. We asked a lot from him and he exceeded our wildest expectations. He has now been proclaimed a "traveler." He'd better get used to it, I feel like seafood for dinner!
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