Birth control

If your teenage girl works the drive-through window at the McDonalds near the ferry, you owe me a big thank you for bursting the bubble on any romantic visions of having babies she may have harbored. As we drove into the line, Mia started screaming because she was DONE being in her carseat. Fiona started crying because she could no longer hear the Annie soundtrack over her sister's howling. I turned up Annie so she could hear it and made it up to the window. The girl looked out her window to see a very harried looking woman with two kids screaming in the back and "Hard Knock Life" blaring on the radio. I'm not sure if the look she gave me was pity or fear. You can bet she'll be extra careful with her birth control for a while.