Six-year-old
Submitted by: Jack Warner

One evening, I was driving my 6-year-old daughter to her grandparents' home for an overnight stay. It was late; there was 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?"

"Mom, when you're driving," she asked, "are you ever the idiot?"