Suburban Warrior

Elizabeth has cut back on her spelling requests in the car, but now she's on to something more annoying.

Apparently, some fool explained the concept of the speedometer to her...and now Elizabeth has deputized herself to keep the roads safer. She's constantly twisting and straining in her car seat so she can peer over my shoulder and keep tabs on how fast I'm driving.

E: "Mom, I can't see the speedy thing"

M: "Sit back Elizabeth, you don't need to concern yourself with the speedy thing"

E: "Well, the sign says 35 and you're on the number 50"

Oops, I slow down...

M: "You can go a little faster than the number says on the sign, but not too much faster, honey."

E: "hmmm"

E: "MOM, SLOW DOWN!!! YOU'RE ON THE NUMBER 40!!!"

M: "Elizabeth, sit back and stop screaming in my ear! Mommy is following the law."

E: "I don't think so. I am telling Dad."

Oh, I can't wait until she drives with her father.