I miss those days, my gd was very argumentative and dictator like under the age of 5. I was always told where to park when looking for a space, usually that would be somewhere prohibited, then I'd be admonished for not taking it, and no amount of explanation as to why I couldn't park there would be satisfactory
If either of us tried to join in with her nursery songs she sang in the car, like "wind the bobbin up" or that God awful song from Frozen we generally got told "you're singing it all wrong, now I'll have to start all over again" Again any statement made would be met with a "no" and then suddenly, I can't remember when exactly, that all seemed to disappear.