The kid and I were driving to meet some friends for dinner last night. We were on Monticello Boulevard–a pretty main street through a residential area. Two lanes each direction. A voice pipes up from the back:
Kid: Three-five.
Me: What?
Kid: Three-five. That’s how fast you’re allowed to go here.
Me: What’s three-five?
Kid: Um, fifty-three?
Me Not quite–it’s 35. You say it in the order the numbers are written.
Kid: 35. That’s how fast you’re allowed to go here.
Me: Do you think I’m going faster than that? (I was actually going 40.)
Kid: No. I’m just reminding you.
Me: Thank you.

I slowed down.