Man this car seat is annoying. The seat-belt is scratching my neck, the left side, and I can feel the fabric rubbing layers of dead skin off my neck. I wish I was taller. I wish I could see out of the window completely. I have to push off my seat just to catch a glimpse of the world outside this vehicle. Oh, that's a really cool tree, it like, separates like a.. like a.. fork or something. This music is really loud too, banging on my ear drums, like the old cuckoo clock in my Grandmas living room. I don't even know what the person is singing. The guy who talks between songs sounds like he has a stuffy nose, or he's picking his nose. I laugh to myself loud enough for my mom to turn around and ask what was so funny "Well Mom, doesn't it sound like the guy on the radio has a stuffy nose, or like he's, y'know.. picking his nose?" She laughs annoyingly loud, making me wish I had the music back on. After she stops she looks at me through the mirror in the middle of the front of the car "Well, Honey, I would say I agree with you but.. that's not a guy (she starts chuckling again but stops herself) it's a woman!" at this point she starts laughing some more. I feel kind of embarrassed now. How could I mistake a woman's voice for a man's? I mean she DOES sound like a man with a stuffy nose. I like the song that came on next, I verbally thank the radio host "Thank you booger man or nice lady!" My mom starts laughing more. OH NO! We're almost home I know, the really bright yellow house that has a mean old man and scary little dog. I need to tell my mom to not stop the car or else the music stops too "MOM! Don't stop the car or else the music will stop and this is my favorite song!". She didn't hear me so I yell it again "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!". Still nothing. Let me try a few more times, I yell maybe like 10 more times and I try to yell louder and longer to make sure she hears me. She turns around in the seat and smacks me on the side of my leg "There's no need to yell at me like that, Rendall." I don't know how to respond, it kind of hurt but not really, but I made mom mad at me and that's worse than all the pain in the whole wide world. So I start crying, no, wailing. She turns around again "I will give you a reason to cry so you better stop." So I do, because if I don't. That's when the spanking actually hurts. I kind of forgot about the song up until we pulled into the driveway. I scream again "BUT MOM! The song..." and she stops the car and the song stops too. I get angry with her, I kicked the seat in front of me. I just wanted to listen to my favorite song "If you would have asked me nicely and said 'please' I would have maybe driven around the block until your song was over, but you decided to scream and demand me. So no, and we'll try again next time your favorite song comes on." I'm too angry to listen but maybe she's right. I'll try it again next time. Ah, I can finally take off this scratchy seat-belt.
