Tonight we made a pact---it was unspoken, it lacked eye-contact, and stretched across the cavern between us with clarity unlike any cellular plan. We would go back to the hotel and kill each other. The vat of patience that embarked on this journey had run dry and as we listened to our soaking wet kids (whom had jumped into a large fancy public fountain in Charleston) go back and forth about who was right...
"Mom, she thinks there are no roads and houses in the mountains. Is she right?"
"There are roads and houses, but not major shops and strips of retailers. Those tend to be down in the valleys of the mountains, not the peaks."
"Seeeeeee," our daughter replied taunting.
"See?!" Our eldest was confused, "You are not right."
"Si means yes!"
Appalled, our son responded, "We're not speaking Spanish?!?"
"Si!"
"No! You're wrong."
"Si!"
It was in that moment when we found ourselves too tired to say shut the fuck up, let alone search for a kid-friendly equivalent and the absurdity of childhood injustices had become so brain boggling and exhausting that I felt your desire to throw yourself from the moving car and thus, the pact was made.
Cuz I'll be dammed if you're gonna leave me holding the bag.
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