There exists a family of four.
The mum is pretty kind, but she's also pretty firm, up to a point. The dad is a typical suburban dad, he thinks he's funny, he likes to build decks, you know the drill... (yes, its in the shed). There's the younger son, his name is George, and he's pretty quiet, and very helpful, he rarely speaks unless he's asking about how to help. Finally, there's the eldest son, he's quite aggressive and volatile, and also unpredictable, and his name is Bubbles. As you might imagine, Bubbles isn't overly fond of his name.
Now these two children were of high school age, and it was the school holidays. Naturally, they had decided to head over seas, to Greece.
They caught a taxi, because dad said airport parking was outrageously expensive, and mum agreed.
During the taxi ride, not much was said, apart from dad excitedly chattering about a famous deck he wanted to go see.
When they got out of the taxi, the taxi driver helped them unload all six of their bags. George and Bubbles had one each, and mum and dad had two each.
George and Bubbles picked up their bags, and George said "Do you want me to take your second bag, mum?"
"Yes, my helpful son" said mum.
Feeling that this was an insult directed at him, Bubble snatched dad's remaining bag in an attempt to also seem helpful.
Then they proceeded into the airport terminal, and went on to have their checked baggage put into the air craft.
"Mother... Is this bag checked luggage or carry on?" said George.
"That's checked baggage, thank you for asking George."
Feeling that this was again an insult directed at him, Bubble lifted the bag of dad's that he was carrying.
Waving the bag around in front of dad's face he shouted "CHECKED BAGGAGE?"
Calmly, dad replied "Carry on, my wayward son."
