Yogurt on the Windshield, by Wendy B.

Katie Haas always caused a lot contention between us cousins.  One day, I apparently had upset her by knocking her lunch bag over without me knowing it.  That afternoon after water polo practice I walked to my station wagon and found the wind shield covered in strawberry yogurt.  Katie had gotten her revenge.  Because the yogurt had been sitting for a couple of hours, it was dry.  I had to drive home from Grossmont with my head out the window.  My dad and Brother Haas were both unhappy.  I am sure Katie didn’t get in trouble.