Who remembers the trembling fear when Mom and Dad finally pulled the car over after numerous blind across the bench seat warning slaps?

Don't recall that particular scenario. What I do recall is how I used to have to get blood drawn every Saturday for testing, and I used to tense up, fearing the needle, which made it an ordeal for both the phlebotomist and me until my parents started buying me a comic book to distract and relax me. Then one Saturday my father had to stop by his workplace before going to the doctor's office. My mother allowed me to pretend I was driving the car, and I must have changed the settings or something, because when my father got back in the car he realized I had been playing with the controls which was a BIG no-no with him. So my punishment was he wouldn't give me a dime for a comic book -- yes, they were only a dime then -- and I had to get the blood drawn cold turkey. I handled it so well that the doctor -- who had heard the story of my punishment -- gave me a dime to buy a comic book as a reward.