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One evening, I was driving my 8-year-old daughter to her grandparents’ home for an overnight stay. It was late, there was very little traffic and we were enjoying a peaceful ride. It was a far cry from the usual chaos surrounding us when I drive her to various activities during the rush hour.

My daughter seemed deep in thought when she said, “I have a question.”

“What do you want to know?” I responded.

“Mom, when you’re driving,” she asked, “are you ever the idiot?“