accidents by any other name...
On our way home last night, stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the bridge, I'm explaining to them that the reason we can't go any faster is because there's an accident up ahead.
"Who had an accident?" asks Saia.
"I don't know, baby," I reply. "A car maybe."
"The car didn't make it to the potty on time?" she surmises.
"Well, no, sweetheart, it's not that kind of accident," I reply with a smile. "It looks like a car hit a truck."
And then Chago concludes, "Maybe the car should go in timeout now."