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Road Trips and Long Flights

Daddy likes to tell stories about the dog he had when he was a kid. The dog's name was Sam and according to Dad, he was the smartest dog that ever lived. One of Daddy's stories about Sam involved a road trip from Mississippi to South Carolina. Apparently Sam was smart enough to scratch on the door whenever he needed a pit stop. That worked fine the first few times when the need to relieve himself was genuine. However, after a while, Sam figured out that he could scratch the door, even on the Interstate, if he simply wanted to stretch his legs or chase squirrels or whatever. So, why am I talking about Daddy's old dog?

Because I took to heart this lesson when we went to Slovakia and Poland so I could get permission from the US Embassy to visit the United States, Mom and Dad were concerned about how I'd handle such a long road trip. Of course I was in my car seat. I was in the process of potty training already and was only wearing diapers at night. They had the brilliant idea to carry a little potty seat with us in the car so if I said, "ka ka", they'd know it was time to pull over and let me go in the potty seat. Like Sam, after a while I figured out all I had to do to get a little break from the relentless driving was to say, "ka ka", and Daddy would dutifully pull the car over. Unlike Sam, I didn't get to get out and chase squirrels, but then again, I guess I did metaphorically speaking. I could at least get out of the restrictive confines of the car seat, stand a little bit, and then sit on the potty seat and play with one of my toys.

This brings me to our plans for next week. Another long drive, to Budapest, this time. And then, two airplane rides. Daddy is really stressed about how I'm going to do on the flights, especially the long one from Frankfurt to Atlanta. To be honest, I'm not sure what to expect. All they've really told me so far is that the bathrooms are relatively sound proof and that's where they'll spank me if things get out of hand.



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  1. Vickie (Clinton's sister)October 14, 2022 at 2:08 PM

    He's going to love reading these someday. What a special gift! P.S. Hi, Jonathan... we love you so much, and we are having a great time being with you and your mommy and daddy this week. Thank you for coming such a long way to visit us! Love, Aunt Vickie and Uncle Mike and Nanny...

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