But I'm Driving!

When she was four years old, my daughter Kathy was sitting in a cardboard box pretending she was driving.  As I listened to her talking to her passenger, a teddy bear, I heard “Goddamn it!” and then “Son of a bitch!”

“Stop using that language!” I scolded in my best angry mother voice.

She looked up at me with wide, innocent brown eyes and replied seriously “But I’m driving!”