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Hey, Guys?
How about you NOT bicker for the rest of the trip ... or at least until we get to our first destination? OK? Whatdoyasay?
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OK. ... How about this:
How about you take your imaginary pencils and - silently - write your complaints on these here imaginary sheets of paper, which you will then insert into my imaginary suggestion box, which I store in the front of the car for just these occasions ...
BICKER-BICKER And then what? BICKER
And then I will pretend to read them tomorrow.
2 comments:
Ah yes. I will never understand how my two kids can be both best friends and sworn enemies in practically the same breath.
The best part of this was when I finally DID "Read" their "complaints."
* I had no idea what a good driver they thought I was. ...
* Or that I don't nearly do enough for myself ...
* Or that I look so lovely in pink.
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