Back seat driver

A few years after we married I got a full time job.  At first we shared a car.  Finally, we were able to buy another car.  He worked one shift, I worked another.  I enjoyed the freedom a car gives you.  I liked to drive.  When we would go someplace in my car, I would drive.  Bob didn't mind as long as he could help me drive.  He was a little more experienced than me, like that makes a difference.  One day I had it with his back seat driving.  I told him to stop it and let me drive.  I got so mad because he kept it up that I stopped the car and told him to get out.  The kids were in the backseat and were the quietest I have ever seen them.  They knew I was mad.  The cars were starting to line up behind me.  I made him promise to stop telling me how to drive and he could stay in the car.  He did promise and off we went to the honking of horns.  Did he stop?  Yes, till the next time.....