It isn't very often that I get an upper hand around here. But today I did. And it was thanks, in part, to a technique I learned from my dad as a girl.
The Boy and I were running errands in the neighboring town, and o the way home we were going to pass our favorite burger joint. Slowly and steadily I drifted the car to the right side of the lane, all the while telling him that the car's steering is defective, with increasing franticness, as such: "I can't get the car to go straight! It's drifting to the edge! Oh NO!! We're being sucked into the JCW's parking lot!" It so worked.
I stopped to get us each a hot fudge shake.
Maybe it was the almost-a-driver-observations he has been making lately, but he was sincerely worried, then scared then panicked!
Awesome. I giggled all thew ay home while he grimaced and ate his shake.
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