We Were Riding, Riding in My Car (but Not Fast)

I confess I've given serious thought to how much it would cost to install one of those privacy screens that seem to come standard on limousines.  Or all the limousines in the movies anyway.   It would be especially wonderful for the 300 mile trip to Orlando and Disney World, the happiest place on EARTH!  Can you see Rob's happy face in your mind?  Yes.  That is sarcasm.  Rob isn't going to be happy because Walt Disney decided he should be.  He really isn't going to be happy while Disney is telling him to be happy and plucking money from his wallet.

The silence would be greatly preferred to the constant squabbling, poking and complaining that emanates from the rear passenger seats, it would also mean missing out on some pretty interesting, sometimes baffling, conversations that take place on the way to here, there and everywhere.   And I wouldn't channel my mother so often with the words:  "Don't make me pull this car over!" and "Don't make me reach back there!"  and "I WILL turn this car around RIGHT NOW!" Which should be yelled through clenched teeth for unintelligible yet effective conversation stopping capability.

I guess it's only fair to MY mother that I get paid back for some pretty terrible renditions of 99 Bottles of Milk on the Wall and "How much furrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttthhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr???????" pestering.

Recently overheard from the backseat:

"Such and such would be a great idea!"
"I thought that before you did."
"But I said it first."
"So.  Have you seen Jurassic Park?  Do you think it mattered who discovered the dinosaurs first or who said they discovered them first."
(Yeah.  Doesn't make sense to me either.)

"Mom.  When we get home I want to FaceTime with Imogen!"
"Abby, it's 3 a.m. in Queensland right now!"
"Oh.  So I can't FaceTime with Imogen when we get home?"

"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Interrupting cow."
"Interrupting c-"
"Moooooooooo!"

AND

"Mom.  Did Dad leave his CD in here?'
"Nope!" (technically it was IN the car, but it wasn't IN the CD player if you want to Bill Clinton the definition of the word here). 
"Great.  It's Mom's boring music again."  Why yes, yes it is.... if by boring they mean AWESOME!!