We drove down to Cork City last Friday afternoon to look at a car.  It's about an hour and 45 minute ride.  Scarlett passed out right after we picked Gray up from school, and when she woke up the kids were content to hide under their blankets and play their Leapsters.

The kids were great while we looked at the car and Nate took it for a test drive.  The ride home, however, was a different story.  Scarlett did well enough and was fairly happy listening to the Movers and singing.

Grayson, on the other hand, went into complete meltdown mode.  He's always extremely tired by the time Friday rolls around and being in the car for so long wasn't helping.  We basically started ignoring him, and when things in the back got quiet, I looked back and saw this:

Yes, not only had he stripped his shirt off because it "was so hot," he had also fallen asleep with a tissue hanging out of his nose.  Could. Not. Stop. Laughing.  ;)

The rest of the drive home was actually pleasant and Nate and I were actually able to have some adult conversation and enjoy the scenery.  You know, until it started raining.