Nine-year-olds and twelve-hour rides

He likes them both. The whole way along our Thanksgiving journey from Santa Cruz to Julian, he slept on my lap like a 35-pound dead weight. Only experienced minor tingling in the legs now and then. As his reward for such good behavior, I'm pleased to report that his time was monopolized by twin youngsters who ran him ragged. But we gave him too much attention and his behavior transgressions are becoming more and more frequent. Fighting over the chair (our chair, not his chair), refusing to get in the car without a treat...it's getting ugly over here.