I’m just not feelin’ it
The favorite thing these days is to change the radio station in my car. I don’t always notice them going for the button until it’s too late. It’s the whole right side, right eye scenario. They’re catching on that I’m going to change it back. As I’ve told them “it’s MY car”. They have pointed out that I think everything is mine, at least when their mom’s not around. When they want to change it we’re usually less than 5 minutes from home and there’s usually other people in the car. Inevitably, any other passengers will hate the selection made.