So, we drove to CA on Saturday. From St. George, so not so bad as all the way. But, by the time we got to Barstow my kids were stir crazy and ready to run. There is a McDonald's there that we all appreciate. (Clarification: the kids appreciate the playplace. The adults appreciate the respite from whining.)
We arrived and piled out of the car. I was in line and taking orders when my husband informed me that the playplace was CLOSED. Devastation on all sides. (I apparently can be a little dramatic sometimes.) I racked my brains. Is there another one somewhere? Burger King! Burger King has one.
So, we pile back in the car. Everyone but the baby understands. The baby, who hates the car even more than I do, starts freaking out when we buckle him in. We make to Burger King. The scene replays. The playplace is CLOSED AGAIN. At this point, I am close to tears. (I don't do well in the car. And I was hungry. Not the greatest combination.)
I think that an answer to an unasked prayer was offered at that point. A woman overheard our weeping and wailing and suggested that we try Carl's Jr. We decided that it was worth a try. But this time, I ran in before we unloaded any one. And, in the fashion of true Christmas miracles, it was OPEN! Despite the fact that the food was gross, the kids had a spectacular time and were even bordering on happy for the last 2 hours of the trip. The Lord does indeed work in mysterious ways.