I asked Mojo if he needed to pee. No, all he wanted to do was run to the McDonalds playgroud.

By the time I came out with our greasy breakfast, Mojo was crying bacause he'd wet his pants -- and that made it hard to use the slide.

OK, eat -- then we'll change you and get back on the road.

No, he wanted dry pants so he could use the slide.

No.

More crying.

Eat your sausage. We're leaving.

Cookie started eating Mojo's sausage -- so now he picked up the plate and started moving with us toward the door, still crying.

That's when Alane spilled the coffee on him. Making him cry more. And making him drop his sausage.

Mojo is having a bad trip.