"Yes, sweetie. What's Up?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
He pauses for a moment, then says, "Sure."
"Why did that driver give you the finger?"
"What driver was that?"
"The one that you cut off when you were pulling out of the parking lot."
"Sweetie, I didn't cut anyone off."
"No. I was simply going around another car who was undecided on which way to go."
"So why did she give you the finger if you didn't cut her off?"
He thought about for a minute, then said, "Daddy needs to concentrate on the road. How 'bout you put your headphones back on?"
After not getting an answer for several seconds, he reached behind the seat and tapped her ankle a couple of times.
She uncrossed her arms and whined, "What?"
"Did you hear what I'd just said?"
"Yes, I heard you."
He looked in the rear view mirror and saw that she had her headphones on.
Smiling, he said, "That's my girl."
He turned his attention back to the road, but before settling down for the long drive home, he took out a small piece of tinfoil from his shirt pocket. Unfolding it, he took out the item and wiped it clean.
He turned it over a couple of times and gave it a sniff to make sure it was still fresh. Scrunching his nose, he said, "I really do hate dark meat." before popping the finger into his mouth.
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