Driving Me Crazy!

One irritant of being a mom is that you can no longer drive in peace. The days of just zoning out and listening to the music or following a radio talk show are over, at least with the kids in the car. There's something about my having a steering wheel in front of me that urges my children to not only ask me a gazillion questions, but to tell me the details of every dream they've had,the strategies for every video game defeat, the plot of every SpongeBob ever watched. I usually don't like to drive and avoiding a crash while being quizzed on Every Subject Imaginable stresses me out.
What's also annoying is how they've become back seat drivers. Especially Stevie. She's a nazi when it comes to obeying traffic laws and she'll reprimand a driver in a heartbeat. Once, while driving in the much-dreaded Shreveport traffic in a downpour, I had been questioned practically to the point of tears. While going through a light, I hear a very stern "MOM!" from Stevie, in the backseat. " That light was yellow and it turned RED while you were going under it!" I told her it would be ok, then Tori worried that someone would call the police from their cell phone. Because I'm such an outlaw,you know. Stevie comforted her by saying that I never get tickets like Daddy does,that even if the police were to come, "They never give mama tickets because she uses her manners". At that time,Daniel had been given a couple of tickets within a week or two but the kids weren't with him. Odd that they assumed he didn't use his manners.
Today,the subject at hand was a neighbor's one-eyed chihuahua. Its always wandering around in the mornings and it ambled in front of my car earlier forcing me to stop and wait for it to move. The inquisition began immediately:
"Mama, does that dog have only one eye? If he does,his name is Kipper.
Does that hole hurt,mama?
Why DID his eye fall out,anyway?
Mom, do they know where his other eye even IS?"

As though the missing eye is just rolling around in their kitchen's junk drawer.