Today I experimented. While driving around, running errands, my anklebiters decided to stage a revolution in the backseat. Like their own little cast of Les Miserables, they kicked their seats, screamed and laughed at the top of their lungs, and did everything within their power to irritate me.
Usually this causes me to revert into my mother. I clench my teeth, use their full names and threaten various meaningless things while I struggle to pay attention to the road. Today, I tried something else.
I ignored them. The more they clamored for their negative attention, the quieter I got. They started whispering to each other.
"I think she's broken." Annie says.
"Nah," Lucy replies. " I think she just needs batteries."
"Hmmmm... "Annie continues. "Maybe she's sleeping?"
It took everything in my willpower to not laugh, but I drove the rest of the way in silence. Remarkably, they were quiet too. I wonder how much mileage I can get out of this one?