A long road, a tired but happy momma, and one fist fight

Sam and I made it to my parents house. All in all, he did good in the truck, especially since he didn't feel the greatest.

We only had to stop twice. Once at MacDonalds, where we took advantage of the play area to stretch our legs. He loved the baby slide they had.

After we left MacDonalds, Sam did well for another hour and a half, but then he needed some time out of the car seat. So, I stopped at a convenience store. Scott and I have stopped at this store before, so I knew it was clean and safe.

Just as I got into the backseat to hold and play with Sam for a few minutes a car came screaming into the parking lot with another car following close behind.

These two baffoons jump out of their cars and start cursing and swearing and FIGHTING! They were mad!

I was scared.

I was trapped in the truck with Sam...to get into the store I'd have to walk through the fight.

So...I immediately crawled back into the drivers seat and got my keys ready. Why? I don't know.

Remember, I was scared.

The police showed up about 5 minutes into the fight.

This was a small, Oklahoma town.

The police officer had a striking resemblance to this....



LOL! I'm literally laughing out loud right now.

I hope you are, too.

Anyway, regardless of what he looked like, he broke up the fight and we were able to leave the store.

And the rest of the trip was uneventful. :)