One
evening I was driving my eight-year-old daughter to her grandparents'
home for an overnight stay. It was late, there was very little traffic,
and we were enjoying a peaceful ride. It was a far cry from the
usual chaos surrounding us when I drive her to various activities
during rush hour.
My daughter
seemed deep in thought when she said, "I have a question."
"What
do you want to know?" I responded.
"When
you're driving," she asked, "are YOU ever the idiot?" |
