Permit Girl (whispering): Do I have to go driving with Dad?
Me (Whispering back for no apparent reason): If you want to get your license, you do.
Permit Girl: Why? He's the most annoying person ever!
Permit Girl: He's the most annoying person ever!!!! I want you to teach me how to drive.
Me: Well I want your father to teach you how to drive, and he wants to take you now. . . so you better get going.
Permit Girl: Can't you take me instead?
Me: No, I'm busy.
Permit Girl: Well then I'll go with you tomorrow.
Me: No you won't.
Permit Girl: Why not???
Me: Because I only have four Xanax left in my prescription bottle, and I'm not wasting one on you!
Permit Girl: Please! Please!!! Please!!!!!
Me: No! No! No!!!!
Permit Girl: I'm not going with him.
Me: Then you won't get your license in two weeks
Permit Girl: You're soooooooo annoying! You're the most annoying person ever!!!!
Me: I thought Dad was the most annoying person ever????
Permit Girl: (Well, you can imagine the look. . . . .)