Ten Minutes

After a long day of flying to Pennsylvania, the kids were anxious during the last leg of travel – driving from Philadelphia to Gramma and Grandpa’s in Lancaster.

“Mama, How much longer (is it until we get to the house)?”
“Well BW, I could tell you the truth, which is I don’t know, or I could tell you ten minutes. Which do you want to hear?”
“Ten minutes. Then I’ll ask again in ten minutes…  How long is ten minutes?”

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