As we had been traveling for about half-an-hour and our discussion came to a crescendo, with you still arguing with me about some silly statement. I had more than enough. At that point I pulled the mini-van over and came to a screeching halt.

You could tell that I was madder than a hornet as I swung around the front of the van and pulled open your door and with a glare that was not to be toyed with commanded, "Get out!" You quickly complied and stood nervously next to the van. I climbed in the passenger seat and opened the glove compartment grabbing the hairbrush we keep in there. With another yet ominous tone, I said, "Come here!" To which you were dutiful and then I tapped my lap with the hairbrush and you knew what that mean...

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