We are stuck in traffic. Sam is sittings next to me in the passenger seat. Sam, who is so sweet and gets endless playdate requests, sighs.
“Oh my god…ness,” she says, quickly correcting herself to avoid swearing. “What are these random red lights? Toot your horn, mummy!” She leans right across, reaching for the horn on the steering wheel and bangs it. “Let’s go people!”
Who is this girl?
Triple Trouble Tribe 