Well, you could bring a TV and a CD of every Disney and Pixar cartoon ever made. But after a week of that the parents would want to turn around and go home.
Back in the 1990s, when Anoreth and Bill were babies, we would all recite “Home for a Bunny,” “Sheep in a Jeep,” and “Who are Baby’s Friends?” during car trips. Looking back, I wonder how we survived. Cranking up the country music, perhaps.
I remember going on a motorboat trip on Lake Tenkiller in Oklahoma with those two. Bill (used to be Billy) was only about 18 months then. Terrifying. Little kids want to climb off things, and they usually can’t swim.