...my baby beside me at the wheel.

Moose has been driving Miss M to Middle School every morning. It is kind of sweet that they both have been enjoying their uninterrupted time together. She is usually full of questions. But today she had the answer.

Moose gets in the car after dragging the garbage can to the end of the driveway in a cold rain, pulls the door closed, and wipes off his glasses. He makes what he thought was a comment about the weather...

Moose: What a miserable day!

Miss M: How do you know what kind of day it is going to be?

Moose: Huh?

Miss M: Didn't you just choose a miserable day by making that comment?