Saturday evening we left the hospital for awhile so my grandmother could eat in peace, and we could find dinner. Driving around, things went pretty much like this:

Michelle: Where are we going?
Brian: There’s a red light ahead.
Michelle: Look out for that car over there!
Brian: Isn’t the way back to Grandmom’s in the opposite direction?
Michelle: Where are we going? I’m hungry! That car up there is stopped!
Brian: The light changed.
Michelle: Green light means GO!
Dad: What did I do to deserve all this abuse?
Michelle: You got into a car with both your kids?