As we approach an intersection the signal turns yellow. My brakes squeak to a stop.
"Mommy!" C barks from the back seat, "The yellow light means GO FASTER!"
And if you ask him where he learned that little gem, he'll proudly shout out "DADDY!" Ha!
And now for another silly traffic light joke:
What did the traffic light say to the car?
Don't look! I'm changing!
Speaking of the car. Seems like this is all C ever does in the car any more. Did you ever hear of looking out the window now and then? Ever since we got the Kindle Fires for the car, its hard to get him to put it down.
And a pic of what M likes to do in the car (pass out):