She turned around and attempted to teach her young son animal names on their way to Disney World.

“Billy, what’s that?” she asked, pointing to the picture in the book.

“A fox!”

“Shrinkwrap,” her husband said angrily.

“Excuse me?” she asked.

“We forgot to bring shrinkwrap! I mean, we’re staying at Disney World for several days and we need to put our leftovers in something. We will not be eating at the Hard Rock Cafe every night, considering we have a suite with a kitchen!”

“It’s fine, dear, we can buy some zip-top bags,” she said as she patted his shoulder.

He grumbled as she continued to educate young Billy about the wonders of zoology.