"Mom, not now, save it for when we get there. I don't even look good now," Lilian complained.
"Your brother will let me video tape him, won't you, Craig," Kat asked.
"Yeah, tape me, tape me, tape me! I wanna be on the T.V., put me on the camera," Craig said jumping up and down.
"Mom noone calls it video taping anymore, it's called recording," Lillian told her mother, matter of factly.
"Okay miss smarty pants, have it your way. It's a video "recorder", you happy now," Kat asked her daughter, some of the attitude that she used to use with her sister came out in her voice and reply.
"Everything looks okay, we're ready to hit the road now. Come on everyone, in the vehicle," Patrick told his arguing family.
"Dad," Craig asked, "Are we going to Austrailia?"
"No," Patrick answered, "Why do you ask?"
"Lillian told me we were," he replied.
At this Lillian buried her head in the book she had just pulled out of her travel bag, she was trying to hide her smile. She knew a good scolding was coming.
When she fially was convinced that she was able not to laugh, she said, "Did not, liar."
"Lillian," Kat scolded, "You know know better than to tease your brother, am i right?"
"Yes ma'am, sometimes he just deserves it. He just needs to shut up too," Lillian retorted.
"Dad," Craig asked, "Are you from Australia?"
"Yes, I am," Patrick answered.
"Lets listen to the radio," Kat suggested.
"I want to pick the station," Lillian said.
"No me," Craig argued.
"I'm older," Lillian said.