We decided to caravan up the mountain, and as I pulled away from the house, Step-dad first instructed me to go West, then changed his mind and said I should go East. So I looped around the block, with car 2 (hubs, BIL and baby niece) following.
Step-Dad: They're probably wondering what we're doing.
G and little cousin (in the back seat): *Giggle*
Me: How many times do you think I could go around the block before they called to ask what was going on?
Step-Dad: Three. They'd talk amongst themselves for a while first, trying to figure it out.
Me: No way, they'd call after two times.
Step-Dad: No, that's too fast.
So we bet a cup of hot chocolate and began another trip around. I'm glad that I won and the phone rang exactly as we rounded the block the second time, because all 4 of us were laughing so hard by then that my driving maybe wasn't 100% attentive. But we composed ourselves and sallied forth.
Merry Christmas Eve Eve!