Sooo, my man has a tradition he does every time we road trip it as a family. After he meticulously packs the back of the van . . . .

Please see below.

Yes, he wanted me to take a picture.

Is this a guy thang?

I’m just not gettin’ it.

Anway . . . where was I? Oh, yes. Tradition.

So, after my man meticulously packs the back of the van {deja vu, anyone?}, he proceeds to snatch our girl’s very old and much loved Winnie the Pooh and put him on top of the van.

Please note: Winnie the Pooh goes by another name in our house ~ Poobah.

When my man first started this tradition, my girl would get so stinkin’ upset. She truly believed we were going to leave him up there for the whole trip. We would feed her lines like, “Poobah likes having the bugs fly into his teeth” or “Poobah would be sad if he had to ride inside the van the whole time.”

Cruel parenting in action, y’all.

Now, we can’t go on a road trip without putting Poobah on top of the van before we leave. She insists upon it.

Like I said . . . tradition.

By the way, can y’all even tell that’s Winnie the Pooh? I promise at one time he had both arms. And a nose. ::snort out loud::

IHOP cooked us dinner last night after all day on the road.

It was super duper yummy.

P. S. I’m typing this out while the man has the crew at the hotel pool. I’m enjoying the peace and quiet. And trying to locate a Starbucks. I’m feeling a late night Starbucks run comin’ on.