"Why don't you drive our car Daddy? You were happy to drive that truck," asked Mikaela, from the front passenger seat of the Hyundai Ioniq 5.
"I don't like this car. It's too quiet. I like cars that go vroom, vroom," chuckled Ivan from the back seat, as Annette pursed her lips and gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"Why don't you get one then?" asked Mikaela.
"Because I don't like such cars," said Annette, shooting a glare at Ivan.
"Why?" asked Mikaela.
"Too noisy," snapped Annette, pulling into the parking lot of Boston Public School.
"All right, I'll see you both later. Be good, Mikaela," said Ivan, stepping out of the car, and calling an Uber.
"Bye Daddy," said Mikaela, skipping off to her first-grade classroom.
Annette waited until Mikaela was out of sight, before turning to Ivan.
"What's gotten into you?" she asked him, her eyes narrowing.
"What? She asked a question, I answered it," said Ivan, defensively.
