To follow is a conversation that Super Boy and I had in my mommy mobile minivan whilst following behind Super Man to drop his truck off at the brake shop earlier this morning...
Super Boy: Mommy, Daddy's right in front of us! Can you see him?
Me: Yes, honey - I'm driving, remember? Of course I can see that he's right in front of us.
Super Boy: No, Mom - I mean can you actually see Daddy in his truck?
Me: Well, no, because we're behind him.
Super Boy: I know. (Long pause.) Oh, and Mom?
Me: Yes, baby?
Super Boy: Remember that it's Daddy up ahead of us, not a dipwad.
(Sounds of me choking on my spit as I bust out laughing.)
Me: What did you just say?
Super Boy: That's Daddy in front of us, not a dipwad!
Me: Why did you just say that?
Super Boy: Because you call other drivers dipwads a lot.
(I look at him in my conversation mirror and he has a very earnest and sincere look of concern on his face.)
Me (aka: Bad Mommy): Hmmm... That's not very nice, is it?
Super Boy: No, it's not. You shouldn't call people names.
Me: You're absolutely right. I'm sorry. I'll try to be better about not doing that anymore.
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Huh. Imagine learning a lesson like that from your four-year-old... Yikes.