To the Dadmobile!

“No, we’re not stopping at McDonalds. Randall, stop hitting your sister. Well, keep your hands on your side. Yes, you too — keep both your hands on both your sides. Look, we’ll get there when we get there, so just settle down.”

Again? You just couldn’t use the hydrant when we left, could you?

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38 thoughts on “To the Dadmobile!

  1. Gigi the cat lady September 9, 2016 / 11:20 am

    OMG! That’s the face my dad made on every family trip while me and my sister fought in the back seat. 😂😂😂😂😂😂 I can’t breathe from laughing! 😂😂😂😂😂😂

    • AJ September 9, 2016 / 11:27 am

      Your dad too???!! Me and my brother actually had a card game (I think it was Mille Bornes) taken away from us during a road trip because there were too many arguments over how to play, who was winning, who was cheating etc.

      • Birdcage September 9, 2016 / 11:30 am

        I loved Mille Bornes!!! My, my – I haven’t thought about that game for years.

        • Claire September 9, 2016 / 11:34 am

          Speaking of card games, I found a Simon’s Cat card game at Target last night! It looks pretty fun and definitely cute.

          • Murray C. September 9, 2016 / 12:22 pm

            Hey, Mike – The Game of Cutetropolis – that’d be great!! A board game with the dog park or a neighbor’s trash can (good places) or the vet or shelter (bad places) “get out of the shelter free” cards sort of deal – have run-ins with various critters. Picture cards of the cutest of the cute – Sprinkle Nose or Seal Dog.

            • debg September 9, 2016 / 12:39 pm

              I love this idea!

        • Faye September 9, 2016 / 11:41 am

          I played too! I played with my Dad because I was an only child. One day we had a giant argument because we both were playing different rules. That was that. In the garbage.

        • Ricky's Mom September 9, 2016 / 4:22 pm

          Neither have I! We used to play it a lot in the summers, but I don’t think we ever played it in the car.

          The car was for counting Volkswagens (extra points for red ones), and Twenty Questions, and GHOST, and Botticelli, and Geography (which we called Movies, because we played it with movie titles).

      • Gigi the cat lady September 9, 2016 / 12:40 pm

        Wow! We played Mille Bornes all the time but I thought it was strictly a French game! I didn’t know it was played anywhere else except France and Québec. How provincial of me.

        • Faye September 9, 2016 / 4:45 pm

          Father was Canadian from Montreal. Had the French version.

      • Sumo-Mermaid September 9, 2016 / 1:26 pm

        We had an Americanized version we called Traveling. Don’t recall anything else about it, but do know we enjoyed it. I came from a table game-playing family.

    • allein 🐾 September 9, 2016 / 11:34 am

      I think that’s why my dad bought a minivan. My brother and I each had our own row. And our own Walkman. (Yes, the kind that played cassette tapes.)

  2. Duckie 🐥 September 9, 2016 / 11:35 am

    Don’t make me turn this car around!
    I don’t care who started it, I’ll finish it for both of you!
    Right now, ‘dad’ is thinking, “Wow, with these super long arms I can reach back and smack someone without having to turn my head!”

    • SAA1451 September 9, 2016 / 9:31 pm

      Who needs card games?
      We had plenty to keep us busy:
      With finger waving an inch away from the other’s face: “I’m not touching you. I’m not touching you. I’m not touching you…”

      From Dad:
      “That’s ENOUGH! From now on no one is Not Touching anyone or I will pull this car over and you can All get out and walk home!”

      • Emmberrann September 9, 2016 / 11:00 pm

        Yes! I hear my mother’s voice now: “if the bickering does not stop, I will pull over now, and you can walk home!”
        *car moves to right lane, ……. silence between my brother (s) and me (at least for a while)*

    • Faye September 9, 2016 / 11:49 am


  3. Faye September 9, 2016 / 11:48 am

    This story is my life now. I help take care of a brand new 4th grader. Pick up at school every day and occasional babysitting.

    I was babysitting last night. Agreed on tv off at 7:30. After agreeing I got a “I’m in the middle of a program!” at 7:30. Out of my mouth comes, “Don’t make me come out there! If that tv isn’t off right now no help with homework next week!”

    Never having had siblings or children I was amazed at the instant employment of my “Mom” voice. Instinctive survival mechanism I figure. 😜

    • allein 🐾 September 9, 2016 / 12:02 pm

      When I was a freshman in high school I babysat occasionally for my middle school art teacher’s kids. They were 6 and 11 (he really didn’t need a babysitter, but they felt he was too young to be responsible for his sister for several hours at night). The 11-year-old would actually trade some of his TV time for reading time (and he already had reading time built in to the bedtime schedule. TV until a certain time, then get ready for bed and a half hour to read before lights out). I loved that kid.

      Years later when I worked at the bookstore a girl who was a senior in high school started working part time. It wasn’t until some of us went to see her in her school play and I saw her dad’s lawyer ad in the program that I realized – she was that 6 year old I used to babysit!

    • Doug September 9, 2016 / 12:30 pm

      But doesn’t “Helping” mean you end up doing the homework for them ?

      Kids these days .. “Mom .. I don’t understand this linear correlation coefficient question, can you help me out”

      • Faye September 9, 2016 / 1:43 pm

        Oh no “doing it for her”. I look it over with her to see if she understands it. Then she’s on her own. Her Mom goes over it once more and she does it again.

        So far I’ve kept up with her. It took me awhile to realize her math was really Algebra.

      • Laura September 9, 2016 / 3:32 pm

        Not always. I used to frequently babysit the kids next door, and once the youngest, 3rd or 4th grade, asked for help with his math. It was division — but it was some goofy “New Math” version, not the long division I knew. I was utterly unable to help him. I’ve never felt so dumb in my life. Thank heaven New Math was dropped before my own kids got to school!

  4. Faye September 9, 2016 / 11:50 am

    Bark Seat Driver.

    • allein 🐾 September 9, 2016 / 11:52 am


    • Arne September 9, 2016 / 12:53 pm

      That’s brilliant!

    • Ricky's Mom September 9, 2016 / 4:23 pm


    • Faye September 9, 2016 / 4:47 pm

      Thank you!

  5. Gigi the cat lady September 9, 2016 / 12:50 pm

    I’m old enough to remember when it was my head that was peekind out between the front seats like this pup is doing . That was when seat belts were the things you pushed in the crack of the back seat so the buckle didn’t poke you in the butt.

    • allein 🌼 September 9, 2016 / 1:18 pm

      We used to ride all the way in the back of the station wagon when I was a kid. Can’t have seat belts if you don’t have seats!

      • Brouhaha September 9, 2016 / 2:32 pm

        My friends mom had a pinto – we used to ride in the back with the hatch up to get fries and shakes at Gino’s.

        We didn’t know how explosive that could’ve been!

        • Murray C. September 9, 2016 / 3:14 pm

          Not just explosive but carbon monoxide fumes come into cars that way – kids have been overcome riding in the back of station wagons with the top section open.

        • Laura September 9, 2016 / 3:33 pm

          I can do that one better. In sixth grade, a girlfriend’s parents let us ride sitting on the open tailgate of their station wagon, dangling our feet, while they drove down the freeway! Today I about faint when I think how dangerous that was — but wow was it fun at the time!

          • Faye September 9, 2016 / 4:50 pm

            I remember cars with no seat belts. My mom used to put her arm across my chest at every stop. Real safe, not.

            • Murray C. September 9, 2016 / 6:02 pm

              I do that now! Our first family car was a 1940 Plymouth. Woolen seat covers, big honkin’ steering wheel (pun noted, not intended)

              • Emmberrann September 9, 2016 / 11:06 pm

                The first car I really remember was a red Studebaker sedan, but I was really little because I know I was 5 when we got the dark green Studebaker that took us from New York to Florida.

                • Murray C. September 10, 2016 / 12:04 am

                  Did it have that wonderful bullet-nosed front grille? They were early 50’s I believe.

                • Murray C. September 10, 2016 / 12:05 am

                  Did it have that wonderful bullet-nosed front grille? They were early 50’s I believe. Cool.

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