After school this past Wednesday, Cooper ran to my pickup instead of going at his usual leisurely pace. He was in a hurry to get to the barbershop so he could beat everyone else and not have to wait. He was out of breath when he jumped in my pickup and said, “Come on Dad, let’s go. I don’t want anyone to beat us there.” I assured him I was going to get him there as soon as I could.
I took off at what I thought was plenty fast, but within seconds of when we left Cooper franticly says, “Come on Dad, can’t you go any faster? Why don’t you try and drive like Mom on Sunday mornings when she’s late for church!”
And so I just had to ask, “So … just how does Mom drive on Sunday mornings when she’s late for church?”
“Like a maniac,” he said without skipping a beat.
Now that’s good stuff right there!