Ava was tired from a long day at school when she got in the car, and was unfortunately under the very false assumption that she might be afforded a calm, serene, tranquil 20 minutes of shut-eye before having to shake her little booty on the dance floor. However, it soon became clear-- after 4 nonstop minutes of Gavin's high-pitched squeals and screams (of delight, of course...), that this wasn't going to be that kind of drive.
No, this was going to be quite the opposite of that. You know, the loud, shrill, ear-piercing, glass-shattering kind of drive.
Ughhhh.
Poor Ava tried a few times to (very politely) express to her brother--
"Gavey, can you please be quiet? Big sissy is tired."
"Please stop screeching like that buddy?"
"Gavey, that hurts my ears! Stop yelling!"
To which he happily replied each time, with a massive smirk on his face, something to the effect of:
"Ahhhh-deeeeeeeeeeeeeeee--doooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!" (in the range of an opera soprano, and at approximately 900 decibels.)
Finally in frustration, Ava let out a loud, exasperated sigh, threw her hands in the air, and asked me:
"Ughhhhh!!!! I am so sick of this!!! Momma, why are boys always so loud and so...penis-y?????"
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