Anyone who's ever ridden in my car knows I tend to drive a little fast. Not ridiculously fast but slightly over the speed limit. Which in Houston means I go with the flow of traffic. Jeff has made comments about my driving on numerous occasions, some of which have been in front of the children. Well, the other day Ryan was pretending to drive in the back seat. I could hear him rrrrrr-ing and screeching when he called out, "Hey Mom, I'm driving fast with you. I'm going speed just like you! We have to go speed because we don't want to be late for church." Yeah, that's just great.
In my defense, my mom and Uncle Louis are the ones who taught me to drive. I'll tell you a couple stories so you know what that means. One day when I was about 13 we went out test driving new cars. When my mom got the car out on the freeway she floored it. When she got up to 90mph the salesman was stuttering and sputtering while my dad and I were laughing in the back seat. Later I told her that she really scared the guy and she just shrugged and said "Well, if I'm going to buy the car I have to see what it can do." And Louis, well, I'll just say he sees every road as the Autobahn. So you see, I never really had a chance.
As a side note I NEVER speed through residential areas. In fact I've been known to yell at the cars that speed down my street. Another lovely habit my son has also picked up.
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