Last Sun.
Approximately 8pm
Somewhere right below the Connecticut border.

Tom and I are stuffing caramels into the air vents. Then we turn the air conditioning on high. All this so we can unwrap them with the least difficulty.

Me: This is weird.
Tom: It's working.
Me: Do you think we might be too silly to be parents?
Tom: We have our mature moments.
Me: Oh yeah, when?
Tom: (Pause) Yeah I'm gonna have to think about that one.

PS My brother thinks that this kind of ingenuity is exactly what we need to be good parents.