Inventory

"Mom, why do you have two harmonicas in your purse?"

"I'm not really sure."

"There's a lot of crayons in here too."

"I bet."

"And a little plastic ninja, and tissue Kleenexes, and some paper notebooks, and a hole punch, and your glasses, and your other glasses, and a sunscreen thing, and what's this thing called?"

"That's a barrette for my hair. Are you done in my purse?"

"No. There's still more stuff and I didn't find your phone yet."

"My phone's on the kitchen counter."

"The kitchen counter's inside your purse too? Ha ha! Good one, right Mom?"

Road Tripping

"Dad? Mom? What is this song? I don't like it. I don't like it. I don't like it. What is it? Can you change the station? Please, can you change the station? I know this isn't Foo Fighters because I like Foo Fighters. This is terrible. I don't like it. I don't like it. I really don't like it? Isn't it annoying? This song, I mean? Isn't that the most annoying thing you've ever heard? It's so annoying isn't it? What could be more annoying?"