For years my husband denied he was an aggressive driver. That changed one day when we were out for a ride with our three-year-old. Seeing a teaching opportunity, I began quizzing him about traffic lights.
“What does a red light mean?” I asked.
“How about green?”
In his best impression of his father, he bellowed, “Hang on!”
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