Bossy Britches Strikes Again

It's difficult to drives a straight line when the passenger in the back seat won't stop issuing orders at me. "Turn here, Mommy...turn right...is that a deal?" or how about "Hold your hands on the wheel like this Mommy, no like this, no LIKE THIS MOMMY...just look at me do it!" Certainly a three year knows more about navigating the open road, then say, me, for instance. I have been driving for 16 years after all. (That staggering amount of years makes me throw up in my mouth a little...I certainly can't be old enough for that, can I?) Yikes. Where is his mute button, I wonder?