Big Guy: "Look, what's that a tree over there?" The car veers and swerves towards the tree and I feel a little of my lunch coming back up.
Mom: "Three O one!" She shouts gas prices from the back seat.
Big Guy: "I'm going to turn on the game and see what the score is." He turns the volume to about 100.
Mom: "Three O seven!"
Big Guy: "Look at that house. What color is that...white?" The car veers toward the white house. I feel my mouth fill with water.
Mom: "Three O nine!"
Meanwhile, the Big Guy has the heat on 72 (they keep their house at a toasty 60 degrees) and the windows are starting to fog up.
I'm shocked that I didn't get sick.
Mom: "Three fifteen!"