One of the favorite place names on vacation was Kickapoo. There's a town, a creek (two of them actually), streets, etc. . . everywhere we went on vacation someone was Kickapoo. Every time we saw it Randy would laugh or joke about it. Most times this I would start laughing too. Finally Cari looks over at me in the car and asks, "Are you twelve?"
Randy pipes up from the back seat, "Actually, I am!"
Me? I'm not twelve but sometimes I laugh like one.
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