Red Light, Green Light


My five-year-old doesn’t like the idea of stoplights.  Every time we pull up to a red light, she says, “Go.”

“Honey, I can’t go,” I explain.  “If I go, I’ll hit the car in front of me.”

“Just go,” she says.

“Where do you think I should go?  There are three cars in my lane.”

“C’mon, just go!”

At this point my wife looks at me as if to say, “Why are you having this conversation?”  See, it’s not that my daughter doesn’t understand the concept of stoplights.  She just doesn’t like them.   She doesn’t like someone else telling her when to stop.
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