"OH, COME ON!" Pete shouts, honking the horn.
"Babe," you whisper, setting your hand on his arm,"Calm down. Tyler's in the car, remember?" Tyler is your three year old son.
"Oh, right." Pete whispers back.
"Mommy, I want something to eat!" Tyler says, pointing out the window to a Wendy's.
"Pete, can we stop and get Ty some chicken nuggets?" You ask.
"Sure!" Pete replies and pulls off the road. An orange Camry drives out in front of us, and Pete slams on the breaks. "Stupid young drivers..." He mutters. You silently laugh and shake your head.

After you get Tyler some chicken nuggets, Pete pulls back onto the road, and another car pulls in front of us, and Pete slams on the brakes.
"REALLY?! HOLY S-" Pete stops himself when he notices you glaring at him. "Sorry..." He whispers.
"Pete, you need to get this under control! Ty is going to repeat these things!"
"BUT THESE DRIVERS ARE JERKS! THEY'RE GONNA GET US IN AN ACCIDENT!"
"Pete. Calm. Down. Ty is crying!" It was true. Tyler was sitting in the backseat wailing. "Ty, don't cry!" You say, turning around in your seat.
"B-but...but Daddy is maaaad!" Tyler cries, covering his face with his hands.
"Ty, Daddy isn't mad, he's just upset. It'll be okay." You reply, glancing at Pete. He's slightly calmer, and taking deep breaths. Tyler stops wailing, but is sniffling and his lip is trembling. A car swerves in the lane in front of us, and Pete takes a deep breath.
"Don't, Pete, don't..." He mumbles. I laugh. Tyler giggles, and points at Pete.
"Daddy's talking to...to..." He looks at you.
"Himself?"
"Yeah!" Tyler laughs and claps his hands, bouncing up and down. You take a deep breath and look at Pete. He sighs when the car in front of us swerves again.
"They say stay in your lane boy." He mutters.