(Songbird’s cellphone begins playing its hopped-up version of "Dies Irae.")
The Father of My Children: (in an aggravated tone) What are you doing? All the drivers behind you in the right lane are irritated because you’re going so slow!!!
Songbird: I’m sitting at my kitchen table.
Songbird: #1 Son is on his way to pick up The Princess.
TFoMC: I’d better call him!!!
(About an hour later.)
#1 Son: (entering house) Hello!
Songbird: I hear you got a call from your dad.
#1 Son: Well he can bite me! I know the unofficial rules of the road. But I was going 70!!!
(The speed limit? 65.)
Edited to Add: #1 Son says I remembered his part incorrectly. He said the other drivers could bite him. As to my unconscious redirection of his comment, I plead the 5th.