Packing the car for a vacation with a female brat is like playing Tetris with a bomb.
The first meltdown occurred at mile three. She forgot her "special pillow." Not the pillow she sleeps on every night, mind you. The other special pillow—the one shaped like a sushi roll that she has never used in her life.
"Turn the car around," she demanded, arms crossed.
"We are on the highway, Bratleigh."
"Then call a helicopter."
I did not call a helicopter. She sulked for forty-five minutes. This is the silent treatment, a weapon of mass disruption. Do not fight it. Embrace the quiet.
We stopped at a diner. The waitress was a kind woman in her sixties who smelled like lilac and hope. Summer Vacation With A Female Brat -2023-11-22-...
Bratleigh ordered the "kids' grilled cheese." When it arrived, she looked at the bread.
"Ma'am," she said to the waitress (she calls everyone Ma'am when she is annoyed). "This bread is brown. I said white bread. Do you want me to starve?"
The waitress blinked back tears. I tipped 200%. Packing the car for a vacation with a
A female brat on vacation has a specific diet: it consists of beige foods (chicken nuggets, fries, dry pasta) and sugar. She will refuse a $40 fresh salmon dinner but will eat a stale gummy bear she found under the car seat six months ago.
The goal of a summer vacation isn't just about the destination but about the experiences and memories created along the way. When traveling with a female brat, focus on: