I've created a monster. Everything I've ever said to my poor husband while driving in the name of "safety," our two year old parrot picked up. Now, from the instant I start the car to the second I get out, its:
Mommy, you're driving too fast.
Mommy, slow down.
Mommy, are we lost?
Mommy, I think we're lost.
Mommy, get on the freeway.
Mommy, is this the freeway?
Mommy, where's Pasadena?
Mommy, the light is green.
Mommy, green means go.
Mommy, why are you slowing down?
Mommy, RED LIGHT!
Mommy, I'm scared because you're going too fast.
Mommy, turn here.
Mommy, you went the wrong way.
Mommy, we're in traffic.
Mommy, what's this street called?
Mommy, stop the car and look at me.
To my darling husband, forgive me. I'll never tell you to slow down again. I now realize how close to death I've come by making such charming remarks.