[Pulling into the BevMo (a store that sells only alcoholic beverages) parking lot]
“You know, it’s really a shame they don’t have special parking for expectant mothers.”
[After I read aloud a Christmas card greeting with "Have fun celebrating Juniper's first Christmas" written on it]
B: “They’re having fun? How?”
A: “They’re telling us to.”
B: “Oh. That makes more sense.”
[As we exit a restaurant, we see a small girl crawling around and playing in the gravel near the parking lot as her father, indifferent, stares into the distance.]
“At least he won’t have to save for college.”
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