The Drive Back Home

I had hardly even thought about them when we were with Grandma, but as soon as we started driving back home all my problem worries rushed back into my head. I started thinking about Mimi and that handstanding Max. Maybe he was teaching her how to do it and now they were going to be handstanding new best friends.

I started thinking about still being called Just Grace, and I started thinking about Mr. Frank and the Big Meanie and her pretend empathy feelings. All the thinking made me wish that Dad would drive faster so we could get home sooner and I could find out if everything was just the same as when we'd left. I tried to draw, because that usually makes me feel better, but the car was too bumpy and I kept drawing squiggly lines by mistake. So instead I just had to play with Mimi's present.

 

MY BAD DRAWING  

 

Then I must have been asleep because Mom woke me up and said it was time to have some lunch. Grandma made us some sandwiches, but she forgot and put mayonnaise on mine, so I could only eat around the edges of it because mayonnaise is a food that is disgusting.

After lunch Mom and I played license plate bingo. I won all three games because she kept forgetting about playing and wasn't paying attention to the cars. Doing nothing sitting in a car makes you hungry a lot, so we stopped for dinner when it was only four-thirty, which is normally a time for snacks and not normally a time for a whole dinner. Dad said driving across the country is pretty boring. I think being the passenger when you are driving across the country is even more boring.