Like a Boss

This is why God made cell phones with Instagram capabilities.

To catch her when she strolls out of the garage as I try to pull in.
Wearing super baggy yoga pants, dragging on the ground.
Stunner shades.
Chewin' on Daddy's golf tee.
And rockin' some redneck gloves like nobody's business.
Signaling me to stop, STOP THE CAR.
I open my door.
She poses.
Asks me if she can park the car for me.
I absolutely let her.
And naturally, she parked the shit out of the car.
On Mama's lap.
Like a boss!