Child knows best

Yesterday I was stuck at a red light for the longest time. I was listening intently to some report on the radio about something and I kept hearing Christian say, "Daddy. Why aren't we moving?" I know he knows what 'red light' means, so I finally said, "Christian. What color is the light right now?" He says, "Red." To which I reply, "And what does red mean?" He quickly says, "Stop." And then I say, "Which is precisely why we're not moving." So then he says, "When we were driving yesterday you didn't stop at red. You kept driving. You're not s'posed to drive through red."

Oh, and then shortly after, I sped up because the light was yellow and Christian says, "Yellow means slow down."

Touche', Christian. Touche'.