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Thursday, February 16, 2012

I worry about The Boy

As we were headed home from grabbing a bite to eat last night The Boy cracked me up when he noticed the car in front of us and their brake lights.
The Boy: Hey, what are those?
Me: What are what?
The Boy: The bright red lights on that car!
Me: Those are brake lights.
The Boy: What are they for?
Me: Well, when he hits his brakes they come on.
The Boy: Why?
Me: To let me, or whoever else might be behind him, know that he has hit his brakes and he is slowing down.
The Boy: Does your car have those?
Me: Yes.
The Boy: Wow!
*crickets chirping*
The Boy: Hey! Can we drive around town and just hit our brakes for a couple hours?
Me: No.
The Boy: Darn it!