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Mr. Pedantic

Troy and I were in my truck, driving to Nana and Papa’s house.  We had just exited I-5 to get onto Road 102, and we were sitting at a red light.  We had the following exchange:

Troy: What are you doing, Daddy?

Me: Just driving!

Troy: No you’re not; you’re waiting for the light to turn green!

Why, you little…  I guess that’ll teach me to give a non-specific answer to a 2 year-old.

Kids these days.  Sheesh!