Everyone talks about how dangerous it is to drive while talking on a cell phone, but I think the most dangerous way to drive, by far, is with a three- to four-year-old in your back seat. In the time it takes simply to back out of a parking spot at Hy-Vee, I'm bombarded with the following questions:
Why do people die and turn into angels?
What sound does a giraffe make?
Does the Wicked Witch of the West wear shoes?
Why don't trees like to eat cake?
Really, who can concentrate on driving with all of the thinking that is required? Why don't trees like to eat cake? And no matter how I answer each question, there are numerous follow-ups.
One more question like this in heavy traffic, and I'll be standin' at The Pearlies.