"Dad, are we nearly there?" moaned both the kids every five minutes.
"No, stop asking! It's really irritating. Also, no more toilet breaks! It's going to take longer to get there if you keep on." Dad said unhappily.
"It's not our fault! We can't help it!" the kids said.
"No more talking!" shouted dad. "Your treading on thin ice!"
We were going to the museum, although it wasn't going that well. It felt like we were going to turn around any second now. That would have been a good move. We were moving very fast when we saw a car was coming our way, speeding out of control. We were going to crash.