It takes us about two and a half hours to go fifteen miles.
The car seat started the entire fiasco.
Everything was going fine. We even snuck Sadie into the store under the guise of a service dog, even though I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for doing so. But come on. It isn't like we could just leave her in the truck, and the camper's hot without the air conditioning running.
Granted… they did make us buy a leash first, and Caine seemed abnormally interested in how easy it is to pose as a service dog, but those aren't the type of details to derail our trip.
It all started when Caine finagled the oversized box into our cart and we made the mistake of thinking we were done. I very clearly recall saying, "Well, the hard part's over," because choosing one was a lot harder than I thought.
Seriously, why are there so many types of car seats?
But I digress.
Anyway—we thought we were done.
Hah.
