Gas Hotel

Like everyone, Jo and I chat about all kinds of inane stuff when driving. Problem is that these days Vivian sits there in her car seat and soaks it all up and then has a hundred questions.

So there we were driving through a part of New Braunfels we hadn't seen in a while. I point out to Jo "...and look at this new big-ass hotel here". A few seconds later, from the back seat: "Excuse me. Mommy - I have a question for you. Why did Daddy say there is a Gas Hotel there?"