After an hour and a half or so of some snoozing, mostly screaming from the Bean on our drive home from reunion, we stopped at a McDonald’s to rest.  He cheered up rapidly upon leaving his new car seat, and it occurred to me to look up online whether the crotch strap really needed to be in its smallest setting, or whether the second one would do at his size.

The remainder of the trip was pretty calm, even though it was way past his bedtime.

Turns out that the part of the road trip experience he so strenuously objected to was the part where we were crushing his testicles.  Go figure.