There comes a time in a young man's life when he must face forward. He must watch the road, instead of the back of the seat. He must make adorable faces as he smiles back from the rear view mirror. He must change the world one flirty-face at a time. He must play peek-a-boo and throw crackers at the back of my head. He must kick the seat and make clever sounds as he waves to the trees from his throne. He must grow up and be manly.
Without further ado:
This is how we do.