You're hurting his feelings. It's toy, honey. They don't have feelings. I slam the trunk door closed. Getting back on the freeway, I fight to cross four lanes of traffic so that I can use the carpool lane.
Traffic is still at a dead stop.
Suddenly we hear a large sound emitting from the baby's diaper. Mommy, the baby needs changing. Hoping that it is a false alarm, I remain gridlocked. Suddenly the absurdity of the situation hits me. I am spending 4 hours to drive 75 miles with a screaming, stinky baby, and 8 year old who only knows one song, and a Furby hostage in the trunk.