We’re going to go across the city with our whole big family, including our children and our parents. There were a lot of people there, so I decided to drive in two cars. In one, my wife is driving, in the other, I. My nine-year-old son asks me:

What if we split up?

Don’t worry, we’re going slowly, one car after another.

What if we are lost?

I decided to joke:

Then I think we will never see each other again.

Okay, then I go with my mom.