Getting Pelted… by My Two-Year-Old

Despite the Little One being sick (still) and me having a sinus infection, we decided to trek down to San Diego this past weekend. (We received tickets to Spirit West Coast Del Mar, compliments of The Crossing FM, a great radio station for Christian music!)

Having completed the 200-mile drive umpteen times, I thought I had finally figured out the best system to get there in a peaceful manner.  I pack each of the girls a “snack bag” with several different snacks and some stickers and a notebook and pencil.

It usually keeps them entertained and helps them to have control over their snacks.  We were driving along and once we hit about Corona, I started hearing a strange sound.  You know the sound a rock makes when it hits your windshield? It’s a distinctive “tink”-like sound.  Well I began hearing a sound like that, only it was most definitely inside my car.

There was stifled giggling in the back as I continued to hear this sound.  Then I feel something hit the back of my head. Then again, I get hit in the head.  And by now the Big One is about in hysterics.

Finally I asked her what the Little One was throwing.  I guess her tummy was full so she decided the next best thing to eating M&M’s and Cheerios was to throw them at the FixItMommy.

So there I am driving 75-mph down the 15 freeway getting pelted in the back of the head by my lovely little two-year-old. Ahhhh the joys of motherhood.

Note to self:  No more M&M’s in the car.  I am still praying that I found all of them and they are not melting in my mom-mobile.

{She only had a few to begin with, so no comments about feeling my toddler M&M’s, okay? Thanks.}