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"She was a willing and quiet passenger as you learned to drive," I told Lindsey as I handed Allison the keys to the car and slid into the backseat.
"Humpf," sighed Lindsey.
"Let's go!" I sang.
Allison adjusted her seat, the side mirrors and the rearview mirror. Lindsey had to make a comment for each adjustment.
"Can't we just go? The mirror is fine! Start the car already!"
Allison kept quiet. She didn't turn enough for Lindsey's liking as she backed out of the driveway.
"Move it back. Let's go. Ugh. You stopped too fast."
I kept quiet in the back, sipping my coffee.
"Do I turn left?" Allison asked.
"Are you kidding?" Lindsey asked.
"Head to Dad's office. Remember where to go?" I asked.
At mile one, I slid the window open to try and get some warm-ish air in the car.
"See? Your driving is making Mom carsick!" Lindsey exclaimed.
"I'm fine!" I sang from the back. "The car smells musty. I'm trying to get fresh air."
"Humpf," replied Lindsey.
As we pulled in the parking lot after our 4-minute ride, Lindsey launched out of the car before Allison had it in park.
"Did I really drive that badly?" asked Allison.
"Nope," I answered. "But now you're prepared for your driving test. The DMV employees aren't nearly as surly as your sister today!"