As John and I left Iggy's restaurant last night, a mother and her young daughter exited at the same time.
Daughter: Mom, time me and see how fast I can run to the car. (Daughter takes off running at high speed, arms and legs flying, and arrives at car)
Daughter: OK, Mom. How long was that?
Mom: That's not our car.
Daughter: WHAT!?!...Well...pretend it is our car. How fast did I get here?
Who cares about the destination, as long as you arrive fast! Kind of a dangerous philosophy, but very funny to witness.
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