I'm bringing Alex to his best friend's house for a sleepover. Julia's with us.
The kids keep looking out the rear window at the cars behind us.
They call these "Evil Cars" which, apparently, are after us, even though we're all maintaining roughly the same 35-mile-an-hour speed limit posted for the area.
But still, the danger approaches, and Alex barks out an order:
"Mom! Drive like you mean it!"