Bekah had to pee on the way home from school a few days ago. She REALLY had to pee.
"Grandma, I really gotta pee."
"I'm going honey. We are almost home."
She is wiggling uncomfortably in the back seat.
"Well, can't you go ANY faster?? My dad goes like one hundred, and you're only going forty..."
She was going twenty three.
And no, my husband does NOT go one hundred with her in the truck...
In fact, he told me just last night that the truck tops out at ninety seven...
Wait a second...
How does he know that?