We load the kids. We travel the miles. We sing our silly songs. We do our silly dances. We count license plates. We eat snack food. The kids fight in the back seat. Dad jokes about needing a special kiddy seat that the Long Arm of the Law can reach while he drives. The mature crowd laughs to P.G. Wodehouse's Two Left Feet from Librivox.
"He disguised himself by changing the color of his necktie."
I love Wodehouse. His books aren't fine literature. They're not high culture. They're not actually instructive in any manner. But they're fun. They are vacation books.
Hope you have an equally fun vacation with time for the superfluous, like Wodehouse.