I am fully insane right now and simply must get out of this car. The kids have not stopped talking or sounding for the whole nearly four hours, T's nose has been bleeding the whole time and, thus, has been plugged with Kleenex since we left, BS sib squabbles abound but not even one is rooted in anything real, my sciatica is acting up in these dreadful seats, and I'm hungry and ready to be in my home. Also I'd now like a nice break from my children. Takers? The only comforting activity is to think of Benedict flipping Cumberbatch.