“Where are we going dad?”

“It’s a surprise. Hint: it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t like surprises, I never like them!”

“Yeah. I just want to go home.”

“Come on girls! It’s my weekend finally and you guys are already complaining?”

They both pout.

“Dad…why are we going out of state?”

“Turn the car! TURN THE FUCKING CAR DAD! NO! I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL CALL THE COPS!”

The other was too busy crying.

Perhaps from the trashy chai from Starbucks earlier.