Martyr for peace in the backseat

When my daughter C was going through her adolescent insanity, she often threatened to report us to the authorities for one thing or another. For grabbing her by the arm too roughly or for grounding her unfairly or for making her go to school when she didn't feel well. Those were desperate times. But thank god she refused to budge that time when we pulled over to the side of the road and told her to get out of the car. Or we'd be the subject of parenting forums across the land. Madlyn Primoff, there but for fortune (and my daughter's stubbornness) go Other and I.