We all - "all" being Matt, his parents, his brother Jon, & me - wanted to drive down to Manitou Springs to hang out this afternoon, but with Owen's car seat in the back we were short one seat.
So Jon volunteers to ride in the trunk.
About halfway there, Matt's dad grows concerned that Jon is going to die of suffocation or fume inhalation or something of the sort. He receives the following reassurance from my husband and mother-in-law:
Matt: Kidnappers put people in trunks for way longer than this and they do just fine.
Polly: Yes, and they have duct tape on their mouths.
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