Grace: Mum, I need to talk to you. Me: Okay Grace: I know you like to sing in the car. And when I'm not in the car, you can sing all you want. But when I'm in the car you can't sing. Me: But it's my car. I should be able to sing when I want. Grace: No Mum Me: Oh Later that day, as we get in the car Grace: Remember Mum, you need to zip your lips. Me: Can I dance in my seat? Grace: No Mum. Two hands on the wheel or I'll tell Dad.