In the car on the way to Baltimore:

"I'm going to count. One, two, three..."

Realizing that this could go on throughout the entire trip - and that would be a long trip, made longer by the constantly rambling voice in the back seat - after she got to one hundred, a request was voiced that she not count out loud anymore.

"Daddy, you interrupted me."

no one says anything



"You interrupted me. I was counting and I was at 109 and you interrupted me."


"What do you have to say?"

"OK honey, I'm sorry."

"Can you make it better?"

"Ummmm.... I won't do it again?"

"That's right."