Charlie needs to stay on her side. I’m tired of her messing with my stuff. Why can’t she just not touch my things?! She keeps to herself in every other way. It’s not fair!

You know what, Dad? I’m done. I am stretching these broken binoculars out on the seat between us as a “Do Not Cross!!!” Maybe Charlie will see what she’s done at the same time. She broke the one good thing on this trip. She broke my connection to you, Dad.

I’m not even going to tell her what the stretched out binoculars mean. She can figure it out for herself.