"Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car..."

The van is in the shop getting "it's owie" fixed.
Which means...

we are a one car family this week.

Yesterday, all 5 of us crammed into the Honda Civic.
-It was not a pleasant drive.
-Aaron made a sharp turn and I think part of Reese's nostril is still on the dashboard.
-Quincy liked that her feet were touching the back of my seat and repeatedly kicked the back of it for 10 minutes.
-It was convenient that I could reach behind me while driving and give Corbin his pacifier.
-In fact, I was close enough to him that I probably could have just nursed and stayed buckled in the front seat at the same time.
-Quincy fell asleep with her head on Reese's shoulder because they were THAT close to each other.
-When she woke up, she sneezed and some snot landed on the steering wheel.
-Gross.

-This bag was sliding around at my feet.

What's this? A grocery sac from someplace OTHER than Walmart?
Blaspheme!

The contents:
a HUGE bag of HUGE marshmallows.
Only a store with the word "EL" in the title and a man waving a sombrero would carry this kind of goodness.

And just to show how "gigante" these bad boys are...that is a penny.

What do you do with a marshmallow that big?
Is he planning to make an enormous S'more with a super sized Hershey bar and a graham cracker pie crust?

I'm SURE this will help with Quincy's case of "the crazies".
It's helping with mine.