Five years ago my son decided to move his family from New Jersey to Arizona. One very dark and rainy morning at 2AM they set out, all three of them in a very large, cumbersome vehicle, looming with terror (to this grandparent anyway!). Oh, did I mention that one of the three was my two-year old grandson? Yep. Anyway, long story short: the truck broke down. During the wait my young grandson had the time of his life! He had a huge parking lot to ride his bike in, a sit down meal in a restaurant (not the truck) and, due to unexpected conditions that caused them to stay overnight before continuing on, a nice warm sleep between his parents in a comfy hotel room.