She Finally Clicked

(My Mom and I have just gotten out of a driving seminar, and she’s quizzing me on what we learned.)

Mom: “So, how are you supposed to hold the wheel?”

Me: “4 and 8. Mom—”

Mom: *interrupting* “And how many passengers are you allowed to have in the car at one time?”

Me: “One until I’m eighteen, after that three until I’m twenty. Mom—”

Mom: “And are you allowed to even answer a phone while driving?”

Me: “No, but Mom—”

Mom: “Stop interrupting me!”

Me: “But you’re not wearing a seatbelt.”

Mom: “Oh.”