Madison, South Dakota is a small town, where things are close together. If it wasn't for the gusting frigid north wind spiked with ice chunks, you could easily walk to the places you want to go. So when visiting Kirsti I drove Emma and Taran to one of the cousin houses. Taran hopped into the car and asked...
Taran: Can we stay unbuckled?
Mommy: Oh fine, but if we get in an accident it's your fault if you die.
The next day Taran made this observation in the car...
Taran: If you get really mad, [pause to think] and drive into a flame-able truck, [pause to think] and we die, it's your fault.
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Sometimes when we get into the car, the boys ask me if I'm gonna get mad that day.
Don't do it!
P.S. The check's in the mail.
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