One evening I was driving my eight-year-old daughter to her grandparents' home for an overnight stay. 

It was late, there was very little traffic, and we were enjoying a peaceful ride. 

It was a far cry from the usual chaos surrounding us when I drive her to various activities during rush hour.

My daughter seemed deep in thought when she said, "I have a question."

"What do you want to know?" I responded.

"Mom, when you're driving," she asked, "are YOU ever the idiot?"