"Batter-up!" My dad called from home plate. Jacob slid into 2nd base within seconds. "Could'a had a home run!" my mom shouted from 3rd. The game went by slowly after chasing Disty around after every pitch and bat. Finally, my mom stared at her watch and corralled us over to the truck. I'll meet you guys home at seven, I'll take my Chevy."
"Dad! Slow down!" I bumped around holding Disty in my arms, "Disty going to wet if you don't go lighter on the gas!" My dad swerved around stop signs and grumbled, "I am already 10 minutes late!" Jacob could've cared less with his new smart phone in his hand. "6 minutes from home," he smiled at me, "My GPS navigator says so." I rolled my eyes as my dad grabbed a tie out of his compartment. "DAD!" I screamed, we were in the wrong lane. "Hang on!"
That was all I remember.