Oh History Book, where art thou?

So I know it's been a while, but nothing really interesting has happened. Until today. I took Olivia to my aunt's this morning so my uncle could take her and our cousin to school. She gets out, shoe and sockless and like strains to climbs up the stairs to their front door. I get to school and to my disgust, she has left her history book in my car. It's 7:45 and I don't have time to drive all the way back to my aunts and nobody has answered their phone so I don't know if they have left yet. I leave Olivia a voicemail telling her that her stupid book is in my car. Thankfully my uncle calls back five minutes later as I'm talking in the lobby. So I walk back out to the car to unlock it and wait for them to arrive. As I'm about to walk off and just leave my car unlocked, they drive up and Olivia climbs out, wearing shoes, and grabs her book. I tell her "you're welcome" and start to walk off when she offers me her diet coke. I'm not a fan of diet anything but I accept the peace offering. It's only when she runs back to the car that I realize the can is a fourth of the way gone. Thanks, little sister.