Jack’s favorite thing to do in the car, lately, is to be a backseat driver. Every time we reach an intersection he tells me “this way” or “that way”. At first it was really confusing, because I kept wondering if he knew something I didn’t. Then it was really cute. Now it’s kinda annoying because he is starting to get PISSED when I don’t go the way he wants me to go.
I’m your mother not your chauffeur, buddy.