Two pretty, silly girls are giggling in the back seat. Son, sitting in front, is wearing a dignified, disdainful look. I am driving and trying not to hear a (not so) private, whispered conversation.
(Giggle giggle) “It’s him!” (A loud whisper)
“No it isn’t him.” (Whisper, giggle, giggle)
“It’s his car.” ( giggle, whisper)
“It’s turning inside, I told you it’s him.” (Whisper)
(A sudden burst of delighted giggles) “That’s where he stays!” (giggle)
“I told you!” (Giggle)
“He’s so skinny….” Whisper and giggle, more whispering, more giggles.
Some things never change.