In the Car.

A typical car ride with my whole familia entails us the three fully grown children smushed in the back seat usually laughing and having a jolly ol time but also occasionally breaking into fights most often started by me, the “mature” oldest. I suppose being 25 and all I could very well sit all mature-like in my seat and look out yonder through the window at the passing trees and occasionally comment on the frailty of life or something, but I would much rather amuse myself by getting the two youngest in trouble a la grade-school antics by tattling on em at all available opportunities.