We were in Martha's Vineyard this past weekend. (We like to be in the center of the action, you see. The Obamas were choppering in, Hurricane Bill crashed through. All very exciting.) Anyway, we were staying with another family and heading off to Edgartown for the day, all eight of us packed into their SUV. On our way there, another car took a wide turn in front of us and almost hit our car. One of the kids asked Dave, the driver, "Who was that?"
"Just someone who doesn't know what they're doing," Dave answered sensibly.
After a beat, Mopsy clarified,
"Daddy?"
I couldn't have scripted it better myself.
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