The Family That Slays Together, Stays Together, Part 8
(My mother is teaching me how to drive.)
Mom: “So, what do you do if a cop behind you turns on its lights?”
Me: “Pull over!”
Mom: “Yes.”
Dad: “No! You gun it and make a run for it! A hard right, couple of sharp lefts.”
Mom: “No! Don’t teach her that!”
Dad: “Once you’re away, that’s when you switch to your backup license plates. Put on your disguise in case they find you again. And remember to dump the body ASAP.”
Mom: “Stop that!”
Me: “But what if I’m smuggling cocaine?”
Dad: “Dump the body!”
Mom: *face palm*