Go Fast

I had an early hockey game the other evening, so Aimee and Evelyn came to watch. Even though it was an early game, it started at 8:30. Evelyn was certainly tired before the game even started. When she gets tired she frequently talks a lot. After we lost our game, got dressed, and returned to the car, Evelyn was chattering at full speed. On the way home she pretended to be a driving instructor in the back seat, educating me on the proper way to drive a car. Mostly I just focused on driving until I heard her instruct me to use the "motorfast handle". "What is a motorfast handle?" I wondered. Seeming to read my mind, she dropped her instructional air and asked me "Dad, what is your hand on right now?" "It's the shifter, honey."