(About a week ago.)
“Remember when going 25 freaked me out?”
“Yes,” I answer, recalling Kristina’s first miles behind the wheel, her body rigid with concentration. Her voice snaps me back to the present.
“Now it just pisses me off.”
Oh.
***
(Two days ago.)
On our way home from Kristina’s school, we pass someone going well over the speed limit in a 25 mph residential neighbourhood.
I interrupt what I am saying to look at the other car and call out, “Too fast!” (Yes, I know – the windows are closed and they cannot hear me – how impotent am I?)
Miss K also looks over, adds in a small voice, “jerk.”
***
I remind Kristina of her earlier statement. She backpedals. “I was just noticing how much more comfortable I am. I don’t speed, Mama. Ever.”
And then we carry on with our conversation.
I find these moments terribly amusing.
listening to: Trace Adkins, Chrome