Oops

We had dropped Nate off at Tracy's this morning and I was rushing back down Tatum to drop Wes off at preschool before heading to work. We were running late, as always. Of course, I got behind a woman who was driving 20 in a 45. I was muttering to myself about how this woman was a crappy driver, when Wes pipes in from the back seat "She's a puppy driver. Why is she a puppy driver?". He then proceeded to repeat "puppy driver" to himself all the way to school, as if he was trying to make some sense of the phrase. Yeah...that's what I said...puppy driver.