I used to have this pin/magnet at my work desk, having bought it the day we went looking for button-making machines in the city.
Yes. Button-making machines. And that's not even the weirdest wild goose chase I've been on for work.
But, it's so true, this magnet.
When we were little, and we were having a crisis in the car (a mysterious odor coming from the engine - the fanbelt; the car exploding exploding - twice!; the car not starting, etc.) our first reaction was to immediately shrink back in our seats, and not make a sound.
Just. Behave. While the adults dealt with the situation at hand.
It's probably why you don't see my sisters or me in this picture, as my dad and BIL try to navigate this tree out of our driveway in the wee hours of the morning...