When we moved cross-country, my wife and I decided to drive
both of our cars. Nathan, our eight-year-old, worriedly
asked, “How will we keep from getting separated?”
“We’ll drive slowly so that one car can follow the other,”
I reassured him.
“Yeah, but what if we DO get separated?” he persisted.
“Well, then I guess we’ll never see each other again,” I
quipped.
“Okay,” he said. “I’m riding with Mom.”
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