We took a quick trip to Costco over the weekend, which consisted of me and the girls hanging out in the car while Dane and Owen ran in to pick up eight flats of bottled water and a 20 pound bag of baking soda. Abigail stayed strapped in to her carseat with a stack of newly-checked-out library books for, oh, I don’t know, maybe six seconds before she started pleading to be unbuckled, culminating in this dramatic final bid:

ABIGAIL: If I don’t get out of my car seat soon, I am just going to DIE.

ME: Yeah? What are you going to die of?

ABIGAIL: Just death. I will die of death.

ME (sympathetically): Well, that’s too bad.

ABIGAIL: It’s coming! I can feel it creeping up!

ME: What, death?

ABIGAIL: Yes, death! Death is creeping over me… Wait, no, it’s just a little tummy sickness. It’s passed now. And, hey, look! I see Daddy!

And so it is that Daddy drives away the doom for another day. Hallelujah.