Road Trip Musings #4 Eye Cry
I know! Muuuuuuuuum, let’s play Eye Spy!
son: I spy with my little eye something beginning with .... A
me: Asha? aeroplane? antenna?
son: no. no. no
me: I give up.
son: Apple!
me: where's an apple?
son: .... in my tummy!
me. Rubbish! You're not playing properly. Let's stop I'm tired of this game.
son: One more time. I promise I'll play proper this time! Eye spy with my little eye something beginning with .... H!
me: Holden? hair? hills?
son: no. no. no.
me: ok, I give up.
son: Harry High Pants!
At the point you want to commit a violent act against a piece of fruit and a pair of pants, you know that a) you've been in the car too long and b) it's time to put fuckin' Eye Spy to bed.
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