When he is the passenger
Said to my father while I am driving on Broad Street:
"Stop doing that. I don't drive that badly. Those are potholes and big bumps. I can't help it. You are NOT a bobblehead. Stop that."
While on 21st Street, when my eyes are glued to the idiots coming out of Wawa and my peripheral vision still works:
"I can see you doing that with your head again, ya know. Stop that. Those are grooves in the road. I don't have anywhere else to go. Don't bobblehead me."
Photo credit: "Bobblehead bunny" by isogloss on flickr (click on the photo for more of this artist's work). See the blog at isoglossia. Permission obtained for use.