A: It's a cwash! We can't get through! We have to stop! There are police cars in the road!
W: It's okay! My daddy is a good driver! He'll just go left then right then left again and get us around it! (As I do so.)
A: Oh!
Yes, the entire conversation, as with all conversations this morning, was screamed back and forth from the gaping distance of two feet.
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