Little Buddy and I went on a road trip a few weeks ago. It was full of adventure (20 minutes crouched in the nastiest truck stop bathroom complete with cigarette smoke coming in from somewhere. As in the next stall? He was successful, which was a huge relief to me for a number of reasons including not having to drive down the highway with a small boy screaming that he has to poop. Now).
Rules are fluid on road trips. For example, we stopped at Braum's in Ennis on the way there and then on the way back. I got him a cone. A regular cone. Yeah, that's giant for someone under four feet tall. And the second time she gave it to him in a waffle cone and filled it up. WILD SUGAR MONKEY. No one in the house slept that night!
Ryan is not a huge fan of eggnog, but he loooooves Braum's eggnog. We live about 150 miles from the closest one, so we usually don't have any. Little Buddy and I surprised him with this half-price, after-Christmas half gallon. Ryan was touched and pleased. Plus, when someone who looks like this gives you something, how can you be anything other than pleased?