Here's Jakey boy, checking things out from the backseat, in the coveted spot right behind the driver. I remember when my brother and I were kids, we always fought over who got to sit behind my dad (who was driving). Why? Because if we were behind him, and we cussed or said something inflamatory, he couldn't reach 180 degrees behind him to smack us. However, if we sat behind my mom, we were well within firing range.
However, my dad didn't abuse us... so don't go calling child protective services or anything like that.
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