Day four; Justin was driving us to Pullman. He glanced in the rear view mirror only to find frustration with his mother's choice of seats. She was sitting in the middle of the back, the only option she had been afforded.
"Seriously Mom, can you like, not have such a big head?"
Nice. I would have said something but I heard some muttering about what
his big head had done to
her and I decided not to open my mouth.
- 25 November 2015
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