Daddy and the babes adventuring and discovering bones while waiting for the tow truck (we called the tow truck the first time someone stopped to offer help this time. It was the same thing that happened last week, that our mechanic thought he had fixed). "Elk or deer bones," said Daddy. "How many times do I have to tell you? There are no such things as Elves!" my ever practical son insists. "I said elk, not elves" clarified his dad.
Home at last. Again.