166/365 02/04/2026

The car died when we were three spots back from the parking guys. My daughter, Lydia, 12 and full of venom because puppets on ice was “The stupidest thing I’d ever heard” released a scoff that filled the car with tension. 

“Lydia,” my wife said, but I could tell she was also pissed. 

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