You giggled in the backseat with your brother Silly. Your other brother Evil sits up in the passenger seat rolling his eyes.

"If I have to sit with this for the next three hundred miles, I'll kill them or myself," Evil grumbles fighting a smile. Papa chuckles as he drives. Stealing a glance at his oldest next to him.

"They are having fun, Evil. Be nice," Papa half-heartedly scolds.