“Come on, please?”

Ian whines, holding a bag in one hand and a plastic fork in the other, begging you to drive so he can eat his Bundt cake.

“I can’t drive and eat this at the same time. And no one else wants to drive! It’s just two hours.”

Ian frowns, pouting at you as you groan, agreeing to drive begrudgingly.

“Okay, thank you!”