When we moved cross country, my wife and I decided to drive both our cars. Nathan, our eight-year-old, worriedly asked, "How will we keep from getting separated?"

"We'll drive slow so one car can follow the other," I reassured him.

"Yeah, but what if we get separated?" he persisted.

"Then I guess we'll never see each other again," I quipped.

"Okay," he said, "I'm riding with Mom."

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