There we are at a stoplight, in the car as a family. From behind me I hear Tennison say, "Mom's in my throat."
Say what? "Why don't cars
go when it's green?" He was getting fired up that the cars weren't going. He is so right, I was in his throat... at least my words were. I get easily annoyed with such things. I better be careful of what else I say, I mind end up in his throat in a not-so-nice way some day.
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