A Typical Exchange
The Lauck family is driving in the car. The husband is driving, Jenny is riding shotgun, and all three kids are in the backseat. The van has a dead battery - which could be because we just had it detailed. Perhaps it derived some terrifying strength from the mung that was crusted into the floormats? I'll never know. But instead of jumping the van and joy-riding around town, we opted to cram the family into the Acura.
My youngest: Daddy! I'm so hot! We've got to get home before I burst into flames!
Me, aside to the husband: Drama, much?
Hubs: Oh noes. Are you approaching the ignition point?
My son: Tee Hee! poking at my oldest
My oldest: YOUR SON is approaching the ignition point...of MY WRATH.