A car swerved into my lane, missing me narrowly.
I laid on my horn, which always brings the boys to high alert in the backseat. (Not that I pound on my horn as a matter of routine.)
"Mommy! What happened? What's going on?"
"That guy wasn't watching, and he came into our lane and got a little too close."
"He probably drank too much Fanta."
Your kids crack me up. ...Glad yall are safe.
Fanta?!! Oh, I'm grinning.