Sunday, September 25th 2016
Alas we have found a parking spot and cut the engine after a slightly stressful, maritally typical commute wherein the hubsand is at the wheel and the wife is backseat driving from shotgun. We are regaining composure with a little self-deprecating humor and laughter.
“You guys can go ahead and kiss now if you want to,” offers our 5 y/o daughter helpfully from the back seat next to her brother. “We won’t separate you this time because we’ve got seat belts on.”
Gee thanks honey.
Seeking to restore order to her world from the *actual* back seat.