Conversation #1,888.

HIM: I'm not sure where we are at this point sooo I'm going to consult the GPS.

HER: Pull over honey!

HIM: Whu-- Why are you pinching me?

HER: Because you missed it! 

HIM: Missed what?

HER: Back up. Right there. That train.

HIM: Where are you going?

HER: I need to get on it. Be right back.

Car door slams and female buries the children's voices calling her name in the background. Clambers aboard rear of train where strange things happen insider her head. Runs back to idling car which is damaging the ozone.

HIM: What was that all about?

HER: Pretending to be a hobo and climbing on the back of the train.

HIM: Is this an anesthesia flashback or something? Have you lost your mind? Why on earth do you need to pinch me, jump out of the car, and run around like a nut for a game of pretend hobo?

HER: [pinches him again, this time because he's being mean] So I know how it feels to climb the back of a train- the gape between the rungs, the distance from the ground, the scent of old metal- you know, hobo stuff.

THE ELDEST: Mom, you're funny!

HIM: Crazy. And the sudden hobo urge was prompted by.....?

HER: A story that keeps bumping around in my head.

HIM: (coughing, incredulous) A story?

HER: A hobo story. 

On towards giddyup they go.