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The Pixie was turning green with motion sickness as we drove errands last week. In desperation we unrolled all the windows and told her to stay focused on the road.
Now she was wailing and we were in a hurricane.
And when things get loud for some reason so does The Pearls voice.
And The Princess was yelling at The Pixie to keep her eyes forward.
And The Pirate was hollering something at all of us from his back row but it was hard to understand him.
I looked in the rear view mirror at all of them with hair and hands and clothing blowing every which way and saw The Pirate holding up a small piece of paper.
WHAT?! I yelled back to him.
"I SAID," he said, "DOES ANYBODY WANT THIS?"
"WHAT IS IT?" The Princess asked.
"IT'S A PIECE OF PAPER WITH GLASS ON IT!"
"THAT'S NOT GLASS!" She answered, "IT'S SPARKLY GLUE!"
"OK," He yelled as the paper flapped around in his hand and he squinted his eyes against the wind,
"WELL, DOES ANYBODY WANT THIS?"
I was like, really?
That's what he's gotta know? Right NOW?
The world could be going to pieces and the papers must be determined.
I laughed so hard I was crying, but that could have been the blizzard I was in.
Then I rolled up the windows.