I got into the car and chewed out my daughter. My daughter who had yelled at me when I told her we would be late for HER practice. When I got into the car, I gave her a nice talking to about how she WILL respect me or I will NOT be taking her to her practices, buying her school stuff, and bringing her lunches when she forgets. I am not her maid, her chauffeur, her cook, and I am most definitely not her servant, and she will not treat me as such.
“Understood?” I glowered.
“yes,” she said.
As we rode along in silence, I turned on the radio. And who should I hear, but Whitney in all her 80’s glory singing….
Ok. I can take a hint. Thank you.