Monkeys make great companions, just not on long road trips. They are fine till you stop at the Sonic drive through and buy them dinner.
I was headed to college unbeknownst to my parents.
Dad had a drinking problem that caused shame, anger, and embarrassment as a minister.
Dad bought Spumoni ice cream which, as a child, I decided was torture.
That toy truck flew like a rocket when we put the electricity to it. And nearly killed the neighbor doing it.
Mother scarred me for life when she had me wear second-hand girls clothing and tried to convince me they were boys clothes.