So Dalton has decided that every Monday night when we leave church, it is a race to see who can make it home first. Tonight we were driving behind Boyd and it was REALLY frustrating Dalton. He began quite the rowdy rant at me just to tell me what a horrible driver I am (all this for NOT speeding). After a "Dalton!" from me, he responded, "I'm sorry! But you have to admit that you are a little lame." Something tells me that's not the last time he's going to say that to me.