A while ago, I was driving home from church. I happened to notice that a friend was driving home right behind me. We both live less than four blocks from the church. (I know, I know, you’re about to say, “But, Jordan, don’t you care about the environment?” Well, thanks to the latest Duraflame commercial, no. And it’s very cold and snowy here. We walk when it’s nice.)
I glanced in the rear view mirror at one point on the short drive and noticed that my friend had her three-year-old sitting on her lap, behind the driver’s seat.
I don’t think she’s the kind to do this sort of the often. I don’t know how on earth I would ever broach the subject with her, but should I say anything?