“Mom!” Xander called, “I’m going to Porter’s house. Will you give me a ride?”
“Nope. You can walk. It’s good for you.”
“I walk to school. I walk to scouts, I walk EVERYWHERE.” whine. whine. whine.
“Listen, go talk to Ben. He agrees with all my parenting techniques.” (Which he totally does. Just in the last year he’s learned to appreciate the methods to my madness. It’s so gratifying.)
“Yeah, Ben thinks you’re so great. That’s because he has a car.”