Sometimes I think that mothers have to be the WORST drivers on the road.  I am a mother, I should know. We are distracted, constantly.  There seems to always be a request for us to pass something to someone.  Or there is something that was dropped on the floor, and needs to be retrieved and passed back to the owner.   Often we will be fishing around with one hand behind our backs for the object on the floor behind us, while steering with the other hand. Or what about the crying of a baby
Saturday, 3 January 2009
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