Red Light

I was driving Presley back from gymnastics Wednesday night, and I pulled up to a red light.  As I was sitting there waiting for the light to turn green, a car pulled up two lanes over from us in the right lane.  The car stopped.  There were no cars coming, and the car took a right turn on red.  I didn't think twice about it.

BUT about 10 seconds after that happened from the back seat, I hear, "Ummmmmmmmm, Daddy?"

"Yes Presley?"

"That car thinks that red means go."

Presley then got a lesson on taking a right on red.  I loved the conversation.  I told Lora last night that Presley seemed particularly grown up when I was reading to her, and that made me sad because she's growing too fast.  This is also an example of me realizing that she is growing up too fast!  I wish I could put a red light on her growing up.