When we're in the Suburban, with all three rows so the kids can sit 2 to one row, and 1 alone in another, all is right with the world.
But woah. You put all three kids together on the same row, and a chasm of sibling rivalry opens and engulfs all three of them in, "She's touching me! He started it! Don't lean on me! I did that so much better than you! I can't move! Blah blah blah, made up complaints, blah blah blah!"
If you've got enough energy to cause royal havoc in my backseat, both verbal and physical, you can put that overabundance to good use and get your core and chest in shape.
Working out our problems.
One push-up at a time.