At some point during our trip home from Nashville, Elijah realized that if he announced, "I have poo-poo pants!" he got our attention and we would stop and let him out of the car. Therefore, he cried wolf several times. On one such stop, we pulled over at a gas station and while I changed some non-poo-poo pants, my dad bought barbeque from some locals cooking in the parking lot. While the origin of the barbeque was sketchy, it ended up being good. Add in some raisins and chips from another gas station stop and a well placed state park down the road and we had a fun picnic and rest from our long ride.
