A new boxing tactic resulting from road trip rage

We've always claimed Trenton to be the intelligent one . . . have we mentioned he's also got a little temper that when paired with aggression leads to instances like the one pictured above? So, after being in the car for 6 or 7 hours on our way back from Utah, we decide it's time to stop for dinner and let the kids play or at least let out somepent-up energy (and anger in this instance). Our destination: McDonalds of course. Trenton has an eye for the golden arches and begs to stop at "Old McDonalds" quite frequently. On a long road trip we actually give in and do it since they have the whole play structure thing. We had just crossed the Oregon border so of course it starts raining (even though it's the middle of August) . . .just so we feel at home I guess. The play structure is outside, but we let the kids inhale their chicken nugget happy meal and go outside to play anyway. A few minutes later I hear Trenton yell out in frustration followed by Dallas wailing in pain. I look through the litte plexi-glass window of one of the tunnels to see Trenton just wailing on Dallas . .full out punching him while he is on the ground. I quickly make my way to tne entrance of the tunnel and climb on in (because that is what a mom likes to do for fun). I pull Trenton off of Dallas and out into the open just in time to turn him over to daddy for a nice lecture on not hitting. While in the process of talking to Trenton, Dave notices Dallas has a big patch of hair that is hanging down toward his shoulder rather than stopping at his ear. Dave automatically puts two and two together and really lets loose on Trenton. I take the opportunity to gather a nice chunk of the hair and put it in my pocket for a future scrapbooking page. Trenton ended up in the car alone while we finished eating and still has flashbacks and tears up when I even mention the word "daddy" in a situation where he knows he has done something wrong. So the new tactic, a step down from biting off your opponets ear, is ferociously ripping a quarter size chunk of hair out of the other guys head and leaving a nice bald spot to remember it all. Thanks for the tip Trenton.

This instance was followed up just an hour later by Dallas' additional contribution to our fun ride home (his previous contribution was a constant whine for about 8 hours straight). We're going through a mountain pass where there isn't a shoulder to pull over on when Dallas announces "I go poop". He isn't potty trained as of yet , so we're thinking cool , pull over quickly and we'll get out of changing a disgusting diaper. Well, miles later when there is finally a place to pull over, we do it only to discover that we're too late . .way too late. The kid has poop all up his back. BLOWOUT! We end up stripping his clothes off of him and deposting them along with the dirty diaper and half a pack of wipes in a little outhouse that is part of some construction site. Sorry to whoever worked there, but no way we were taking that with us and it felt a little better to put it there rather than litter on the groud. He got to wear Daddy's shirt after that and daddy got to wear his special undershirt. And, we're all anxiously awaiting our next 12 hour car ride together as a family.