Middle son and I are in the car driving south, in the middle of three lanes of traffic. There is a car in the left lane stopped, waiting for an opening to turn, when inexplicably the car in front of me in the middle lane stops too. I slam on the brakes and avoid a collision, throwing us forward in our seats.
Irritated, I start on a rant about “idiot drivers.” After I calm down, I am ashamed of myself and I think that I am not being a good parental example, so I try to make light of it. “See,” I tell my son, “I do have a harsh and judgmental side to me.”
“And I like that about you,” he replies.