MyThreeDaughters

We’re back, fans of My Three Daughters, after a long week of vacation.
And we need a vacation.
The trip home from Pennsylvania would likely be illegal under the present torture policies for prisoners at Guantanamo Bay.
Here is an approximation of the dialoge during the seven-hour car ride down I-95. All of the below should really be in all caps, but I’ll spare you:
“Mommy, she’s in my personal space.”
“No I’m not. She’s in my personal space.”
“She took my snake!”
(We went to an outdoor market, and of all things, she two olders chose wooden snakes make in China as the one thing they wanted to bring home).
“No I didn’t.”
“Give it back!”
Do you kids ever want to visit Gram and Poppop again? If you do, you’ll be quiet.
“Give my snake back!”
Daddy’s trying to drive, it’s very dangerous, see all these cars? Do you want us to wreck and die?
The 14-month-old: “Mee! Mee! Mee! Mee!”
“She’s bothering me, I want to SLEEP!”
“Her pillow touched my arm!”
I swear, if you kids don’t shut your mouths, we’re going to pull over and wait until you do.
“She scratched me.”
“No I didn’t.”
OK, Daddy pulled over. We’re going to wait. If we have to get home at 11 o’clock tonight, so be it.
Peripheral vision: wooden snake swings into the air and smacks one of them.
Arm reaches into back seat, grabs snake and tosses it onto the front floor…confiscated!
“GIVE ME TENNEFIN BACK!”
(Who names a snake ‘Tennefin’ anyway?)
“Mee! Mee! Mee! Mee!”
See that picture up there? We thought about it, strapping one of them to the roof.
We should get co-parent-of-the-year honors for not.
We need a vacation from the vacation.
Anyone want to sit for three, charming young ladies?