Family Car

A teenage girl had just been given family-car privileges, when she returned home very late from a party. Everyone was asleep, so she quietly went to her room and went to sleep as well.
The next morning her father went out to the driveway to get the newspaper and came back into the house frowning.
At 11:30 am the girl sleepily walked into the kitchen, and her father asked her, “What time did you get in last night?”
“Not too late, Dad,” she replied nervously.
Dead-pan, her father said, “Then I’ll have to talk with the paperboy about putting my paper under the front wheel of the car.”