The other day I was driving with all the kids in the car. I had two experiences about 2 minutes apart where I was at a stop sign and the person who was supposed to go was waiting for a personal invitation, I guess.
After yelling at the second woman that it was her turn to go, Emma wondered why I was yelling. I said something to the effect that these women were dingbats and couldn't drive. To which Ethan responded, "Then why don't their husbands drive them?"