What More Could You Want?

On our drive up to Boston, I was buckling David back into his car seat after a pit stop. He made a whiny noise, so I said to him, "Dude, you have dry pants and a full belly. What more could a little kid possibly want?"

Sarah piped up from the back seat, "How about a plasma screen TV?"

{And she thought this was so blog-worthy that she wrote it out for me tonight when we arrived at the hotel room.}