Coming home from our Christmas dinner, my whole family piled into my parents' van. Mom and Dad in the front seats. My brother and I in the middle bucket seats, and Amy in the back bench seat. After buckling in, I see Amy's head poking between my brother and me. I see that she's sitting in the middle of the back bench seat, but only on the edge of the seat. She's leaning forward.
Me: Go sit back properly and put your seatbelt on.
Amy: No.
Me: You want to go through the windshield when we crash? That's if you're lucky enough not to go right into the dash, of course.
Amy: Yeah, that'd be fun.
Me: Seriously. For your safety and my sanity, quit breathing near my ear and put your seatbelt on.
Amy: No.
Me: Why not?
Amy (looks at me with a serious face): Because...this is what I've always wanted.
Me: ...to sit on the edge of your seat in the back of the van with no seatbelt?
Amy: Yes.
Me: ...
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