fastpoke

Speed Demon N is obsessed with the speedometer while driving (indeed he is obsessed with being fast with everything.  He hates being a "slowpoke").  Go Faster Baba, Go faster Mamma, is the constant order from the backseat.  From where he sits, he can see the needle and numbers.  So, today, he and Dad are driving at a mere 50 MPH on Fairfax County Parkway and the tyke asks to go at 60.  No, sorry.  Can you go 80 then?  90?  100?  Actually I want you to go at 120.  Dad replies that if he does that, the cop will take them both to jail.  Speed Demon is now wide-eyed and wants to know what the cop will do if they went at 140.  Dad scratches his head and tells him at 140, they will both be taken to jail and not be given any food, only water.  "Only water???!!!!!!" asks the little rascal incredulously.  "What about juice?!!"

As good as we've gotten at answering a thousand questions about anything and everything, my son still has the ability to leave us speechless every now and then!!