Why do we even have discussions about what to listen to in the car??? It is my car. I drive it. I pay for it. I fill it with gas. I clean it – just kidding.
But seriously, every single time Bio-teen is sitting "SHOT GUN!!!!" ("No I called it first!" "Noooaaa, I did, Maaammm!" this is so fun), she thinks she owns MY radio. Of course, it is curious that all my pre-programmed stations are on her Hip Hop crap … hmmm???
I do remember, barely, being a teen in the car with my Mom and trying these same stunts. It never worked for me. But Bio is smarter than I was. Here are her tricks:
"Mom this talk radio gives me a raging headache … REALLY … it is making me nauseous!" Seriously?
I have fallen for this in the past … Not any more. Next:
"Mom pleaseaaaa, I have been in school all day, I just need a break from the stress!" Seriously?
I did fall for this one, more than I am proud to admit. I did think she had too much stress … but then I finally came to my senses … try paying the bills chick.
But then she got me … damn her … with this one:
I went to change the station to what I (the person paying for the car) wanted to listen to … and she looks at my hand reaching for the button and she says to me:
"Wow mom your hands are really starting to look old."
Yep, Mom out, YOU WIN!!!! Play what you want – I gotta hide my old hag hands.