“Why do I always have to sit in the middle?” Jimmy squirmed in the backseat.
“Because your sisters are older and your legs are shorter,” reasoned Mom from the front, as she looked out the window into the shimmering California desert.
Michelle and Patty pushed their brother from either direction, trying to make Jimmy into a pancake.
“Better stop it!” Jimmy warned. Michelle and Patty giggled.
“Okay guys, cut it out back there,” said Dad, who had already warned them twice to stop fighting. It would be a long five-hour trek from their Los Angeles home to the Nevada campground.
Jimmy folded his elbows inward, but there was still no comfortable perch. “When do we get there, Dad?”
“Five minutes sooner than the last time you asked me. Now cool it.”
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