Mad Lib’ing, movie-watching, nap-taking, stopping-for-snacks kind of long trips.My husband’s voice booms, “Oh, no you didn’t, I’m going to get you!” as he frantically reaches around backward with one arm to tickle him, allowing the other arm to somehow maneuver the steering wheel.
A knowing grin appears on my face, my deepening crows feet curling up into tiny smiles thinking about how ridiculous it is to be impatient; it doesn’t help anything.
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