So last week I took it upon myself to pick up the kids from school as my bride was not feeling well.
I too was suffering from a bit of a headache and just the typical irritations one acquires during temperature fluctuations and the like, so upon picking up the kids I informed them that it needed to be very quiet in the car, and that the 327th question asked in the space of about 2 minutes was the last question that was to be asked of me until we arrived safely at our destination.
What they did not know was that I had a secondary mission to deliver a rather large sum of money to the dance studio as a costume deposit, which necessitated an alternative route to the homestead.
It wasn’t until we were WELL off the beaten path that the conversation that picked up between the three travelers behind me.
“Hey look at those houses – man those are big – and new too.”
“Wait a minute…”
“We aren’t supposed to go this way….”
“Maybe dad went the wrong way….”
“Well he SHOULD know where he’s going…”
“Maybe he forgot….”
“Wait… this is the way to dance…”
So much for the no questions request.
