I was headed to the gym last week and as we pulled into the parking lot this is what happened:
"Oh! Mommy! There's a spot. Park there!"
I say nothing and concentrate on driving. The lot is a total disaster with 2 way parking lanes, kids walking around and aggressive drivers.
"Mommy, Mommy park there!"
I continue to ignore this and look for a spot.
"Mommy, Mommy listen to me! I see one. Park right over there. See where I am pointing. There. There. Over there."
Then I find one and pull in.
Cue the hysterics regarding why I never listen to Grace.
"Gracie, I cannot turn around and look at where you are pointing when I am driving. I need to be safe."
"But Mommy, I was telling you where to park."
"Grace. I have been driving for 14 years. I do not need you to tell me what to do."
"Mommy. I have been driving my cozy coupe for 1 year. So I know what to do."
Another example of why I am a little crazy.
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