Is it wrong to be making your second trip to Sin City before your second birthday? Probably, but at least the Eggsluts are soft core. Because sous vide is the new slots and vice.
Daddy, no need to go downstairs to the craps table, just pop me on the coffee table and take a look at my diaper.
Forget lining up two hours for Marquee, these days the only line worth Instagramming is the queue for Momofuku.
Daddy, I'm sure your sub-zero tent on the glacial scree was fun and all, but I take after Mommy. Pass me the room service menu, would you?
They don't call it Big Bay for nothing son.
The Las Vegas Children's Museum is full of useful vocational activities, like learning how to get the guests' bags from the Bentley to their penthouse.
You can tell you're in a desert when you need an exhibit to explain what a river is. No kids, not all lakes have an upside down waterfall accompanied by a computer-controlled light display and booming Pavarotti soundtrack.
It wouldn't be a Great American Road Trip without a road worthy of the cover of The Road Ahead. Now someone to tell Dad to get out of the car so we can have a nerd standing next to it.
The epic North Rim of the Grand Canyon at sunset, a certified World Top Three view.
The North Rim is everything the South Rim isn't: remote and almost empty even during peak Park season. The Big Bay apparel is right at home.
If you drop your buffalo don't worry, I saw some buffalo jerky in the gift shop.
How big Ry Ry? I don't know Dad, are we talking about the canyon or your blog readership?
The National Park system boasts an impressive lineup of lodges, but the North Rim lodge might just top them all. For some reason they decided a garage didn't do the view justice.
Grandpa, if I disclose that I wear disposable diapers will it will hurt my firm value and increase my cost of capital?
Son, just because Daddy drove a red Corolla doesn't mean you can't aim higher.
You know, for a FIAT or something.
Thank goodness the general store stocks soft serves, you'll find it between the sarsaparilla and the Remingtons.
Even the rain is pretty out west.
Looks like the Pioneer School is in session. Today's lesson: chalk doesn't need charging.
The near-vertical North Kaibab trail is the only way down into the canyon from the North Rim. As the rain closes in there's just enough time to make it to Supai Tunnel, somewhere near the half-way point to the bottom.
Luckily there's no cell reception in the North Rim, otherwise we might have actually heeded the flash flood warning.
The only outhouse for a vertical mile. Puts the nature back in nature's call.
You don't need mile markers when you can measure things in diaper stops.
Dad, I believe this rabbit will get us home faster than United.
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