Miranda fastened her relatively quiet 2 year old into the car seat as her 6 and 11 year old fought over which one of them would obtain the mysteriously appealing middle of the back seat.

She settled the argument and Grace and Alex finally quieted down and took their places, buckling themselves in for the short car ride. The only difference was that now Grace had a cat like grin, while Alex sulked against the window. Her youngest daughter Iris looked at them both with an intelligence that suggested she knew how frivolous the argument had actually been.

Miranda made her way to the driver’s seat and realized she had pushed the Honda as far as it could go fuel wise as the nifty instrument warned there was 2 miles left. The little gas light icon glared a threatening yellow.

“I need to stop and get gas, but it’s going to be a miracle if we get there. I’ve only got a little left.”

Yet instead of worry, Grace started belting out “We’re not gunna make it!” to the tune of the Twisted Sisters famous song.