Setting: A brisk day in Georgia. The sky is a steely gray. We’re driving along on our way to run some boring errands when we find ourselves stuck behind a big, crawling truck.
Preschooler: This truck in really slowing us down.
Me: Good observation, Madeline, good observation.
I don’t mean to sound facetious. Really I don’t. The truck is slowing us down, in fact. But it comes out wrong all the same.
Preschooler: Don’t patronize me, Mommy.