Rhyle: "Grandma. Do you ever wonder why bums are bigger than heads?"
Owen: "You drive, Mom, and Rhyle and Livia and I will look for a hotel. And Tate will look, too."
Me: "Well, that won't do much good; Tate can only see one that's behind us."
Rhyle: "Isn't it time for something sweet?"
Me: "Can't we turn that GPS girl OFF?" (okay, maybe that was only in my head.)
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HA, Calli--you and me BOTH! I can't stand that GPS chick, either! (Does yours say, "Turn riSCHE" instead of "right" like ours does?) I always want to turn her off, too, but Scott has divided loyalties. Whenever I snap, he consoles her ("It's okay, GPS"). Doesn't help with my rapport toward her...
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