The father sat in the front seat, nearing the end game of a very long day. Beside him was his wife, and two children sat in the back. The children were dangerously close to one another given the amount of exhausted energy they were releasing into the air. But the father was an experienced player of the game, he was anticipating the moves like a Russian master at the chess board. With steepled fingers and tousled hair he waited the inevitable action from his challenger. She had been inching her pieces forward for most of the drive, taunting his lines. Struggling for a more threatening position. But now in a flurry of activity she launched out with her doll baby queen and started pummeling her…