On the road from Atlanta to Baltimore, the girls (8 and 11) are engaged in a classic “You’re on My Side” battle. Tempers run high. Lots of screaming. Everyone is yelling. Mommy and Daddy. Yelling. At 75 MPH.
Mommy (trying to diffuse the situation): Look! There are cows! Look! … Mooo!
Julianna (things get quiet… the 11-year-old suddenly gets pensive, wistful…): Hello, cow. Too bad you are so delicious. Taste you soon.
Isabella (8): She’s looking at a cow on my side! That’s MY cow!
Crap. 545 miles to go.