It appears my back seat drivers are only concerned about me bumping into other cars when they are not in a hurry. Last Friday, the younger two girls and I picked Jorja up from school and then I was taking them for haircuts. (It's school pictures this week and now that they decided they want bangs, they need haircuts more than once a year.) Anyway, traffic was fairly heavy, but we had plenty of time to get downtown. We were stopped at a red light, and when it turned green, it took a while before we could go. Finally Jorja piped up, "Dad, the light is green." To which I replied, "I know that the light is green, but the car in front of us hasn't gone yet. Would you like me to bump into it?" That quietened down the peanut gallery for a little while.
The other night at supper, the topic of marriage came up. Ginny looked at Julie and said, "Did you make the right choice?" Julie was a bit taken aback (so was I for that matter). "What do you mean, did I make the right choice picking Daddy?" Ginny nodded. Julie replied, "I think I made the right choice, do you think I made the right choice?" Ginny looked at her for a moment and said, "I don't know." What do you mean you don't know??! Thanks for the vote of confidence Ginny. Later.