We just got back from vacation. My wife and I drove from Long Island to Florida with our five kids in our minivan. Yeah.
Ostensibly, we made the trip to visit my brother and his family who live just north of Tampa. But of course, since we were down there, we had to go to Disney. I think it is a law.
But before we get there, lets talk a little about the ride down. No, I am not going to tell you about the blood-curdling screams from the back “His arm touched me!!” and the “Hey, that’s mine!! Give it back! Mooooooommmmmmm!!”
No, that is another post.
What I want to talk about is the hushed tones in the car. My wife and I spoke in hushed tones much of the way down. You see, we spoke softly because we were discussing politics. It was a long trip and there is so much going on. We talked about the current multi-front war on the Catholic Church going on in this country. We talked about the nomination process. We talked about lots o’ stuff like that and we did it all in hushed tones.
We speak in hushed tones because we don’t want the kids to hear, especially the younger ones.