Doodlebug: Are we there yet?
Me: No.
Doodlebug: Are we there yet?
Me: No.
Doodlebug: Are we there yet?
Me: No, Doodle, no. Does it look like we are there?
Doodlebug: I don’t know what it looks like so how would I know if we were there. Are we there yet?
Me: Being there would involve slowing down and stopping.
Doodlebug: Wake me when we are there.
Me: Okay. We are here. Boy, the parking lot is full. I’ll call in and let them know we are here.
Doodlebug: Can we go home now? I don’t like this place. Why are you putting that cloth over your face? Is it cold outside? I don’t feel cold.
Me: The mask is just a thing we do for now. Don’t be afraid. Let’s get out and stand by the car.
Doodlebug: Who is that human coming toward us? She has a face covering, too. Is this a game you play?
Me: I wish it were.
Doodlebug: What is she doing? Why is she touching me? Ouch! I didn’t like that. This is why I don’t like this place. Ouch! It happened again.
Me: Now we can go home.
Doodlebug: Finally.
Me: Without a traffic jam, it will be quicker getting home than it was getting here. And we’re on our way.
Doodlebug: Are we there yet?
TO BE CONTINUED…
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