While driving to the pharmacy for immediate antibiotics to disinfect our house-load of Strep-Throaters:
Me: “Hurry up and fasten your seat belt, Mo”
Mo’: “I would but speedy pants is going too fast!” [lil' tut & a gentle chin nod to the front seat].
Me: “Really?” [In the front seat, lead foot miraculously lightens]
Mo’: “Well I s’pose so.. you speed don’t you?”
Me: “…driver’s license and registration?”
Upon reflection I can now see, that the sense of urgency apparently was more pressing to me than Marvelous Mo’. I was corrected. However it is absolutely amazing how this child can call me out on stupid shit, SEVERAL TIMES A DAY!