I'm driving to gymnastics. Sarah pipes up from the backseat: "I made an ocean back here!" I'm used to her random comments, so it doesn't phase me. Eventually I get curious enough to ask, "How did you make an ocean in the backseat?" and she tells me, "I spilled some salt from my pretzels, and then I spilled water on the same spot."
Gymnastics is long, and I am old and tired, so by the second hour, I'm dozing in my chair. From way down in the fuzziness of sleep, I hear Sarah yelling, "Look, everybody! My mom's asleep!" I open my eyes to see her whole team staring at me.