Here we go again

I unlocked the backseat passenger door so the two boys could get in and we could be on our way to school. They both stood there with the door open, arms folded, staring at each other.

"You get in!"

"No, you get in. I sat in the middle last time!"

"No you didn't. I did!"

Having all that I could stand, I barked at the younger one, "Get in the car!" No one moves. "Get...in...the car!"

"She's talking to you", the older one says.

"Fine, well I get to sit by the door two times" proclaimed the younger one.

As usual, the older one attempts to feign a higher level of maturity and says, "It doesn't matter to me. I'm not going to cry about it!"

Fed up with this transparent act, I decide to call it like I see it without mincing my words, "Quit saying it doesn't matter. Obviously it matters to you or else you would get in the freaking car!"

I must have hurt his feelings. He didn't speak to me the entire ride to school. Complete silence.

Finally.