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Road Trip Across The Country With Kids

Our spin through Madison, Wis., should  be epic for four-year-old Charlotte.

shower head

For one, nosotros're staying in a turret. (Like the kind Rapunzel lived in.)

Over her lilliputian bed hangs a  gorgeous crystal chandelier.  (Think Belle's castle.)

In the evening, every bit the lord's day goes down, we watch from our balcony every bit  white boats scoot beyond  a shimmering  Lake Mendota.  (The Little Mermaid should have been so lucky.)

Merely what  is Charlotte telling everyone she meets about our stay?

"We have," she says proudly, "a phone in our shower."

This is not that kind   of phone in which you  employ to call  out for pizza.

It is  a shower head from 1985, the kind Grandma has, that allows you to lift it from its overhead cradle to spray yourself. In that location is a long, silvery hose attached.

Bluntly, I always idea these were weird rather than innovative. I mean, unless you are shaving your legs, what utilise are they? Wouldn't your  wet head get  cold while you were  busy hosing down the dorsum of your knees?

Then again, if you are a preschooler who hates to become her hair washed and finally y'all accept a shower caput that allows your mother to control the spray so the soap doesn't rain into your eyes? Why, it is simply brilliant.

This is why I love road trips: You lot stumble upon astonishing, life-changing experiences when you to the lowest degree expect it.

And I refuse to go all gauge-y about what counts as a terrific travel feel.

While one person may suddenly see faith, politics or  history  in a new light later on their 30-mean solar day road trip, my child's opinion of showering has forever changed.

Furthermore, so has mine:  After all, I'yard the one who  suffers aslope her when she gets soap in her eyes.

(You better believe I am going to find a 1985 shower head when I get back to Texas to install  in her bathroom.)

It turns out that Charlotte and I are not the only converts.

"Mom," said Elizabeth, as she flare-up into Charlotte's turret wrapped and dripping in a bathroom towel, "Charlotte was right! The shower head in our bathroom is amazing!"

Road Trip With Kids