She Who Must Be Obeyed and I are out in front of the house of a pleasant Friday evening when we see two boys across the street, riding their bikes up to the neighborhood tennis courts. Elder brother is in front, carring the racquets and other paraphernalia; younger brother is bringing up the rear as both struggle up the hill. And here is the dialogue taking place between the two:
“Are we there yet?”
“Shut up!”
“Are we there yet?”
“Shut up!”
“Are we there yet?”
“Shut up, Justin!”
“Are we almost there?”
“Shut up!”
“Are we there now?”
“Knock it off, Justin!”
“Are we there yet?”
“Shut up!”
[Fading into the sunset...]
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