Unexpected Messing

Dopey!We looked at the boys and told them to get dressed and hop in the car. The sun had not even woken up, yet, and the morning had that slight chill that comes with the dew. The boys, never eager to wake up, rubbed groggy eyes and stared at us.
“Why? It’s still dark out,” they would each question Char as she helped lay out their clothes.
“You’re father wants to go messing.”
We’d all pile into the car, swing through a McDonald’s for breakfast, and then hit I-95. Their curious minds perked up. M...