There is nothing that quite bonds a family together more than a car trip.
The ‘are-we-there-yets’?
The ‘I’m-hungry’.
The ‘he-pinched-me-mamas’.
Games of I-spy and license-plate bingo.
The floor of the backseat, once carpet, now a foot-deep mush of half eaten bread rolls, lolly wrappers and empty juice boxes.
And the horror of hearing the words “My tablet’s run out of battery.”
There is nothing quite like a car trip.