We were commuting to school this morning, and Bridgette was holding forth on coming Drama Possibilities within Othello’s throng of worshippers. “It isn’t,” she said, “that I am predicting there will be screaming cat-fights in the school halls — ”
Simultaneously from driver’s and back seats: “Awww! [beat] [maniacal giggling]”
Bridgette rolled her eyes. “I am so finished trying to talk to you two…. It’s like listening to idiocy in full stereo.”
“We win!” “Hooray!”
We giggled for, easily, another mile and a half. If I wasn’t me, I’d wish I was.