Lydia had directions written for us. In traffic on Friday, we decided that Minnesota drivers suffer from that psychosis people get from not having enough sunlight. You engage a turn signal, and they speed up defiantly and crowd you out of the lane. They did it repeatedly. Finally, just before we needed to turn at an exit, a woman in an SUV did it again. We missed the exit. My Annie damned her all to hell. I was angry too. We heard silence from the two boys in the backseat of the car, but Anna spoke.
"Grandma, say dang." It didn't make us feel any better about the rude driver or about missing the exit, but it made Ann and I smile. It was another adventure and another story about our little ones.




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Anna has to remind Jeff of "dang" all the time.
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