The anger radiated from him in waves. It was almost visible. An inappropriate thought made its cheeky presence felt, and I struggled to keep it hidden momentarily. I imagined him as a cartoon character: clouds of steam spurting from ears and nostrils, surrounded by thick black smoke radiating away from him in waves. This man was angry – and with good reason.
Road Trips With Kids: Survival Of The Deafest
“Muuumm! He’s got my book! I had it first!” “No, you didn’t! I was reading it!” With a sigh, I turned around to intervene before the squabble got out of hand. Road trips with kids, I thought. Survival of the deafest. Peace descended, but it wasn’t for long. A squeal erupted somewhere near my … Read more