My Husband Said His Mom Deserved the Front Seat More than Me – I Taught Him a Lesson

As usual, we walked out to the car together. Harry moved toward the driver’s side, keys jingling. Stephanie headed straight for the passenger door like it had her name engraved on it.

I tucked my driver’s license into my wallet and waited for the right moment.

I paused near the back door, then smiled.

“Oh, wait,” I said casually, like I’d just remembered something. “Before we go, there’s a surprise. In the garage. A white box. Can you both go grab it?”

Harry’s face lit up. “A surprise? For me?”

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