But a close friend of the family passed away, and so we bit the bullet and traveled down to the funeral, which was 6 hours away. We did our best to explain to him what was happening through google translate, and we thought he understood pretty well what was happening when we left.
Our trip was pretty uneventful. He enjoyed meeting new friends, staying in a hotel (with a pool!) and the extra time with my parents. He also did fine sitting in the car for hours listening to books on cd with the rest of us.
I did find it amusing when we arrived in Columbus to visit some friends he asked if we were in Moscow. Nope, sorry kid. What part of central Ohio looks like Moscow? I'll give you a hint, none of it.
All in all, he was a champ through the entire trip, but the morning after we arrived home started out like a war zone. It was pretty ugly. I can't help but think the two events are related.