Everybody I Raised

Everybody I raised wants to drive. They have to be in charge. Insisting on being in control. In a booth, we all have to be on the outside. Family reunions at restaurants are okay only if there are chairs. Not sure where this need to control originates. Possibly their dad’s side or it skipped a generation. Their grandmothers are both executive producers of their lives, always sitting in a cat bird seat. Orchestrating things What is that annoying noise? He knows he does not have permission to speak. I have not had my third cup of coffee. Yes, it is definitely from his side of the family. I accept no blame in their idiosyncrasies and Type A tendencies.