We were only a minute into our home-from-school commute. But I wasn’t going to last seven more.
“Hey!” I asserted in my dad voice. “If I hear any more whining about the air conditioning, it’s going off. And we’re rolling down the windows. And…”
I paused for effect and soaked in the temporary silence.
“We’ll drive home like it’s the 1980s.”
Two small gasps emerged from the back seat. My threat appeared to hit home.
My kids know from household folklore that car rides in the ‘80s were no joke. Seat belts were present, but not required. Smoking in the driver’s seat was common.… Read more