Scene: My car, cruising down East Main. We are three cars back at a stop light that has just turned green, and I watch a very tiny old lady in a pickup truck zip straight through a red light.
HOOOOOOONNKKKKKK.
Zoey: What's that beeping, Mommy?
Me: Oh. That lady over there ran through a red light. She almost caused an accident.
Zoey: What?!? Red lights mean stop! I am going to call her on my phone.
(I watch in the rear view mirror as she pulls her faux cell phone from her pink plastic purse and dials a random number furiously.)
Zoey: Wady? (Lady?) Did you know you just went through a red light? Yeah. We saw you. Red means stop. You can't go until the light is green...did you just forget that? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well. I don't know about that. Red is stop. Green is go. That's what my Mommy and Daddy said. Uh-huh.
(I am trying, somewhat successfully, not to laugh out loud as I listen to this little old lady supposedly getting schooled by my three year old.)
Zoey: (Snapping her phone shut in disgust.) Well. Mommy, guess what? She didn't even say sorry! She says she won't do a time-out! That is so naughty...
Me: Um. Well. Everyone makes mistakes, right?
Consider yourself reprimanded, wady.
3 comments:
I love it!
Awesome! Zoey would do great as a judge in traffic court.
Say goodbye wady. You are no match for cop-in-training-Zoey. Perhaps you can get her in the auxillary cop group where they go around and bust people for parking in the handicap spots?
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