The longest three minutes of my life

Driving home from school.

Nina: Are we 5 minutes away?

Me: Yes. Even less than 5 minutes.

Nina: Six minutes?

Me: No. Six is more than 5. We're, like, 3 minutes away.

Nina: It's been 3 minutes?

Me: No, it's been 1 minute.

Nina: So we're 1 minute away?

Me: No, we're 2 minutes away.

Nina: One minute?

Me: Two minutes.

Nina: Two minutes away?

Me: Now it's more like 1 minute.

Nina: Three minutes?

Me: Yep.

Sorry officer, my daughter won't stop talking

We are driving to gymnastics class.

Nina: Where are we?

Mommy: We're on Antioch Street and 149th Street.

Nina: Antioch?

Mommy: Yes.

Nina: Where are we now?

Mommy: Uh... 148th Street.

Nina: Where are we now?

Mommy: 147th Street.

Nina: Where are we now?

Mommy: 146th Street.(Repeat this exchange until 141st Street)

Nina: Where are we now?

Mommy: Nina, I am not answering you anymore. We are almost there. Stop asking me.

Nina: Where are we now?

Mommy: ...

Nina: WHERE ARE WE NOW??

Mommy: ...

Nina: You aren't paying attention to me!

Mommy: I told you I am not answering that question anymore.

Nina: Wherearewewherearewewherearewewherearewe....

Mommy: Please stop, you are making me crazy!

Nina: *laughing uncontrollably* Where are we now?

Then several things happened at once. My blood pressure shot up, my brain gave itself a lobotomy, I realized I was speeding, and I noticed a police officer with a radar gun on the side of the road.

My first thought as the officer walked to my car was "maybe she will arrest me and I will get some quiet alone time." No such luck.

On the ticket there is no place to plead "guilty by reason of insanity."