traffic

Greta and I play a little game sometimes when we are stuck in traffic. It helps keep our mind off the misery. We found ourselves close to home, yet soooo far. With full bladders and driving our 1983 Mercedes wagon that we cannot seem to sell, we started our game. It went something like this:

Me: Ugh, traffic.

Greta: Don't you love it? Isn't it amaaaazing?

Me: Yes, it is awesome.

Greta: You know what would be even better? If we had mosquitos flying around in the car and no air conditioning.

Me: Yes! Or a mad bumblebee and a wasp, then we would feel really relaxed.

Greta: I wish we had lots of smelly farts, worse than Ollies! Wouldn't that be great?

Me: I wish we had rotten tomatoes to stick in our armpits, then we could flap our arms like a bird until we got home.

Greta: Or some nice prickly cactuses to sit on. How wonderful.

Me: Wouldn't it be great if we both really really had to pee...Oh wait, we already have that!!

Greta: Or what if we were driving in a really really old stinky car...Oh wait, we have that too!

It went on and on. We were laughing so hard.

Henry didn't get it.