BAD Behaviour
(While driving the car with my 5-year-old daughter, I eavesdrop on an imaginary conversation that she has decided to have with Michael Jackson. She is switching back and forth between his voice and her own.)
In his voice: “But why don’t you like me?”
In her voice: “You look creepy. And you sound like a girl.”
In his voice: “But…”
In her voice: “I don’t care. Why are you even here? This is our car.”
(I should probably have her checked out.)



