My mom is a dork

So, my mom took me out to drive today. Yes. I'm 18 and I just recently got my permit. Yay? Anyway, we go out to the community college to practice in the parking lot. It's fine for a while, and then my mom wants me to practice parallel parking. Well, the reason why we went to the community college parking lot was so that there wouldn't be any other cars around, so practicing a parallel park would be considered somewhat of a challenge. Never fear, my mom has all the answers. She takes my laundry detergent and fabric softener (for college) from the trunk and sets them up to be the "cars that I have to park in between". Right? Anyway, I guess I was taking too long switching back and forth between "reverse" and "drive" because I didn't want to hit the laundry supplies, so my mom told me that she would parallel park. Her reasoning? "Well. if it's easy for me then it'll be easy for you." And she kicks me out of the car so I can watch how she does it. She pulls forward in front of the fabric softener (that was the front car) and proceeds to back up towards the detergent. She gets dangerously close to the detergent, and I yell at her to stop once she hits it and it falls over. Can she hear me? No. She keeps going until I'm screaming "stop!" and waving my arms to get her attention.
But I exaggerate. You thought that the bottle was completely run over, didn't you? It was hit, yes, and it was knocked over, but it was, shall we say, mildly squished. I am not taking it to college because it's leaking from who knows where, but I'm not going to be a selfish prick about it. The detergent will get used, trust me.
Well, I would call that my Laura Cooper driving experience, except I didn't pop my hubcap off of my tire. I might eventually, though, seeing as how I inherited genes from my mother and she squished my laundry detergent.