You can see our moving truck, with our clunker car towed behind it (we call it Jorge), and me hopping in the station wagon. We kept in touch on the road with our handy dandy walkie talkies. Good thing too because at one point we somehow got separated (lets just say it was not my fault) and ended up on two different freeways going opposite directions.
The kiddos got to take turns riding in the big truck with Dad.
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