Not only am I not able to control the direction of the car, I can't control my itchy fingers from snapping the antenna of the controller too...
Daddy gave me a long lecture soon after that. Here's a summarised version of our little "talk".
Daddy: Who broke this?
Daddy: Is it a right thing to do?
Daddy: Did you do anything wrong?
Daddy: Give me your hand. Which hand broke it?
Me: *Sensing trouble, I kept my hands to myself and just said NO to the rest of the questions* No
Daddy: Is it this hand?
Daddy: Give me your hand. Have to "beat-beat".
Daddy: What no? Do you want "beat-beat" or do you want to stand and hold your ears?
Me: I want to stand.
Daddy: OK, stand and hold your ears...
Time-out: Little Miss Itchy Fingers serving her punishment