The road trips in Norway made for some priceless family moments withstanding the many frustrations we experienced. And by many, I mean three. We ended up in a compact car for the trip. Unfortunately, this didn’t afford the boys much leg room. You can imagine three boys (18, 13, and 11) trying to fit in the back of a compact car for 7 plus hours. Unfortunately, there is no room for manspreading in a compact car.
For the younger two, the trip was particularly difficult as each boy felt the other had more leg room. The argument got so heated they even broke out math: proportions. Damn freaking proportions. I couldn’t help my laughter when one began shouting at the other that their legroom was greater in proportion to their size ergo he should be able to have some of said legroom. I should point out that this was all occurring as my husband was driving on rainy, mountain road or deep within the bowels of a 15 mile long tunnel.
With the confiscation of their phones, the fighting subsiding and they started to enjoy the scenery. This was true of every drive we had in Norway. Nonetheless, we were always thrilled to get to our destination and out of the car.
When we got back to Oslo the second time, Goalielock’s and the Mayor’s toothbrush were nowhere to be found. The joke was we would have to drive back to Stavanger to get them from the hotel where we left them. Who wouldn’t want to do the 14+ hour drive to Stavanger and back? Of course we were joking. However, we had to chuckle when they woke up the next day to ask when the hubby was heading to Stavanger. Fortunately, we found the missing toothbrushes, which “saved” my hubby a trip.