Riley's Trip to Tennessee

My mom sent me the information below in an email... 

I thought you could blog these. She is so funny!

About 6 hours into the trip:

It feels like we’ve practically lived our whole lives in this car.

A while later:

Feels like I’ve grown two inches.

At the hotel breakfast bar:

R: I’m going to make waffles.

Me: Do you know how?

R: Yes, my dad showed me.

… after she made one perfectly she whispered to me:

My dad didn’t really show me. I just said that so you’d let me make them.

At Cracker Barrel, where she found Peppa Pig for Jules:

R: I bought a present for Jules before buying anything for myself. 

Grampa: But that’s just because you couldn’t find anything you wanted.

R: True. 

On the way home, after 10 hours of driving:

Riley (stretching her legs to the ceiling): I’m so tired of driving.

Grampa: I’m the one driving. Imagine how I feel.

Riley: Well at least you get to move your arms and legs.

At Burger King she ordered a kids meal and they forgot to include her apple juice. I went up to the counter to ask for it.

R: If you want something, you have to do it yourself.

Grampa: So why did you make Grandma go get your apple juice? Why didn’t you do it yourself?

R: Hey, I’m a kid. I’m supposed to be enjoying my life.