“If I let you sit in the front seat, you have to promise to be quiet and not touch the stereo. I have music queued up and I don’t want to hear your chirping. It’s a long drive to Grandma’s and you know I hate driving without my favorite music. Don’t look at me like that. You’ll be the same way. Just wait. The road noise and the stress gets to me and the music takes my mind off of that. Really the only way I can stand to drive around this freaking city.”
“Dad, you do realize that you tell me this every time we drive to Grandma’s?”
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