Semantics

On our way to preschool we drive on a number of roads, several that are two-lane, most that have a 35 mph speed limit. None of that matters to David, who thinks our Toyota Sienna is racing in the Daytona 500.

David: Mommy! Go faster! We’re losing! Can you pass that guy!? Can you race that car!

Me: No, David. That guy is actually driving too fast. Going fast here is dangerous and it’s against the law.

Mary Virginia: [suddenly shrieking] POH-WICE!POH-WICE!POH-WICE!POH-WICE!POH-WICE!POH-WICE!POH-WICE!POH-WICE!POH-WICE!POH-WICE!

Me: MARY! Stop screaming! Mary Virginia! Be quiet! What are you doing?

Mary Virginia: [meekly] I’m calling the poh-wice.

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