“Are we theeeere yet?” Jackie whined as she pummeled the adjacent seatback with her little legs.
“No, sweetie,” Sarah said as she reached into the back seat to stop the girl from tormenting her husband’s seat.
“Don’t make me turn this car around!” Dave said as his fingernails dug deeply into the leather steering wheel cover.
“Aw.” Jackie pouted. “I’ll be good, I promise. You two are much nicer than my parents are. Where are you going?” she asked, singing loudly.
Dave started to answer her, but didn’t get far. “McDonalds, at this ra-.”
“Yay!” squealed Jackie, who rocked the car with the force of her swaying and bouncing.
“You know, I’m just going to leave her there,” Dave whispered to Sarah. He was sure that Jackie would not be able to hear them speak. The glass was practically buckling from her shrieking about milkshakes and nuggets. “We’ve been driving for three hours and you know what? I just can’t take this any longer.”
“I told you,” Sarah replied, shaking her head and wagging a finger at Dave. “Kidnapping isn’t easy.”
