Here is an actual conversation heard from my backseat a few weeks ago:
Z2: (Screaming) Turn up the music!!!!!!!!!
(I continue to ignore her lest I scream at her "Talk to me nicely!" Ha ha.)
Z1: Zahra, relax! You aren't going to get what you want if you yell at mommy.
Mommy, please turn up the music.
(I turn up music)
Z1: See, Zahra, you just have to ask nicely.
Now, say it with me, "When you're really mad...
(Silence)
Z1: You have to do it with me, Zahra, or it won't work. "When you're really mad,
Z1&2: "...and you wanna roar. Take a deep breath, and count to four: 1, 2, 3, 4."
(Calmness pervades the back seat.)
Me: Zayd, that was great.
Z1: I know. I keep telling you I should be in charge.
Mic drop.
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