A couple of weeks ago Sara, Gwendolyn, and I were driving along I-88 towards our little village. We had been out running errands in town. Gwendolyn sat in the back and Sara and I in the front seats. About a mile from our exit Gwendolyn asked if we were going home. Sara informed her that we had to stop at the library first, then we'd be going home.
Gwendolyn shouted, "We're going home! We're going home!"
She did this seven or eight times, her head thrown back to get full volume. "We're going home! We're going home!"
At the bottom of the exit ramp I turned left. Sara interrupted Gwendolyn's yell-fest and asked her, "Gwendolyn, if we were going home, which way would we have turned?"
Gwendolyn looked out the windows and took notice of which direction we were going. Then she threw her head back and yelled:
"We're not going home!"
Sometimes form is more important than content.
~ emrys
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