too hard basket
Giant bottle of water, right there, but she'll douse herself. And we're only driving for fifteen minutes or so.
Sure, there's a smaller bottle I could probably find, or a cup, but rifling around will make me feel car sick. Lying doesn't turn my tummy nearly as much as a windy road, turns out.
Today is our last day on the road. Whew. Coming soon: first day of school lies...