“Mom, are you going hykerspeed or regular speed?” my 4-year-old daughter calls out from her car seat.
“I’m going regular speed, honey.”
“Well, go faster! That silver car is passing us!” she cries. “You need to go hykerspeed!”
“Faster, Mom, faster. Push the red triangle button,” she says, referring to the button that will turn on the hazard lights.
She is convinced that one push of that button will send us flying through an asteroid field and back home in a millisecond.
I’m just not sure how she possibly could have gotten so bossy?