I really don't know if it was the ice cream, or the chicken eaten not long before, but all four of us sat in the car going nuts. Singing about two octaves off key to some long forgotten 70's song, we danced around much to our parents dismay, seat-belts dismissed, coats laying discarded on the cars dirty floor.
The song slowed, and in a fake drunken stupor, we sung
"And the three men I admire most. The father son and the holey ghost! They caught the last train for the coast. The day the muuuusic died"
My cousin and I threw our arms around each other swaying to the beat. My sister and younger cousin rolling around in the back seat.
The car stopped suddenly, and our parents cast a look around the desolate stretch of land. I took a peek out the window and a big rectangular sign stared me back in the face. The bright yellow beacon read:
"Moose Crossing, Take Caution"
To us that sign had little meaning. Growing up in a city suburb the closest thing to a moose we got was a kindergartner wearing the brown ears on crazy hat day. We continued on our merry way singing the last few bars of the song
"Singing this will be the day that I dieeedd!"
Of course my ever so curious, can't keep her mouth shut for 10 minutes sister piped up.
"Why do they have those signs mom?"
"Because there's no one out here beside the town of Pittsburg, population: 3"
I snickered at my cousin. Her mom turned and glared at her.
"Well Xani they just want to be careful, you know? Make sure people are aware there are moose on the road or in the surrounding area."
We all started giggling. And the thing with giggling is (or at least in our family) you can't stop. Giggling also makes us speak without a filter from our brains to our mouths.
In a squeaky voice my sister sang
"And if we kill one, I will feel so sad
And If we kill one, I will eat it for dinner
And If we kill one, I will run over my house
And if we kill one I will be so so saddddd!"
Still laughing we mangaged to choke out "How do you run over your house?"
At that point everyone was howling with laughter.
