Remember not the sins of my youth and my rebellious ways

We drove down Broadway talking about ... well, I'm not sure. Maybe I wasn't listening, orrrr maybe I just don't recall. Could easily be one or the other, neither more so then the other. Anyhoo, the conversation ended thusly ...

Daughter 3 says to me, me ... the Mama: You should just obey me.

*pause*

Her eyes dart downward and her volume lessens as she speaks to herself : Hmmmm ... I like that idea. *voice deepens* Obey me. Mwahaha.