But now we’re in San Diego and Harrison still has no motivation to do anything. When we drove to the Grand Canyon, he said “Why are we driving all the way down there? This is stupid.” And when he drove to Las Vegas he said, “I hate Vegas. Let’s just drive straight to San Diego.” And now, he says, “I won’t be happy until I go to the music store in LA.”
He’s being a bum. And frankly I don’t care, because when Harrison is in a whiny mood, I get to tease him like no other. I get to play the “annoying big sister” role. I’ll tickle him, sing him a song, jump on his back, act stupid. Harrison’s whiny mood is just as enjoyable as sucking on a Hershey’s kiss.