By the fifth day of our trip, Asher developed a talent for asking questions so loud from the back seat of the car that Mark and I could not hear each other even though we were sitting next to each other in the front seat of the car. We were staying in Weston, just 20 miles West of Ft. Lauderdale. Two interstates, a turnpike and several highways intersect near our hotel. The first day there we had to figure out how to travel North to visit my Grandmother Ada. I studied the maps. I knew we had to travel North on the Sawgrass Expressway. So I decided to sit in the passenger seat and navigate the old fashioned way (No GPS unit). This was NOT a good idea. Is this our exit? Mark would say, I would look at the map and try not to get car sick as Asher yelled from the back seat “Is Grandma Ada happy to see us? Where is Grandma Ada? Is Grandma Ada worried? Why is she not worried? Why, Mommy, Why?" When I did not answer because I was trying so hard to concentrate on the maps (and having ...