As a human, we all have traits that we don't like about ourselves....things we want to improve or change. As a parent, those are usually things we hope we don't pass on to our children.

I'm a worrier. I have slightly neurotic tendencies. I over think things. That would be one thing that I hope I don't pass on to my children. Unfortunately I think my oldest doesn't have much of chance. Case in point -- The following is a conversation we had this morning while driving home from a few errands:

Cason: Mom, when we get home, can we ride bikes?

Me: Sure. It's early enough that it doesn't yet feel like THE FIERY BREATH OF SATAN BREATHING DOWN UPON US. (Ok, I didn't really say that last part. But I was thinking it.) I have a few things to do inside the house and then we'll go outside.

C: Ok. But what if we get in a car wreck on the home?

M: Well I hope we don't.

C: Well what if we DO?

M: Then we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

C: What if we don't get in a car wreck but another car gets in a wreck and we can't get home in time to ride bikes?

M: I really don't think that will happen. But if it does, we'll ride bikes tonight after dinner.

C: What if when I'm riding my bike, I get in a wreck with another bike?

M: I don't think that's going to happen because you are the only one on our street that rides bikes.

C: But what if someone ELSE is riding a bike and we crash and then my bike is broken?

M: You're exhausting. I need a nap.

Now I know how Colin feels when trying to have a conversation with me.