 I would be sitting in the back of the vehicle hoping and praying. I'd be praying. I'd be like, Lord Jesus, I've just been to church and I was good the whole time I was there. I didn't wiggle in my pew. I didn't talk to my friends. I was quiet. I closed my eyes for the prayer. I sang at the top of my lungs, Lord Jesus, please let Daddy turn right so we can go get a hot fudge sundae at McDonald's. That was my prayer.