Wise beyond her years…

Lois and I did our usual morning routine of dropping Lana off at school, and then return home.  We have two different ways of going home – today we took the highway.  As we neared our exit, we hit some morning rush hour traffic.  It wasn’t much, just enough to slow things down a bit.  Lois suggested we get into another lane with less traffic.  Her timing was impeccable, as that was the same moment our lane to get off the highway appeared. I veer over and she cheers due to less traffic.  But we were not the only ones wanting to get off the highway, and other cars veer over – causing the flow of traffic to slow once more.  Lois boos and states: “Why is it that every time we are in traffic, the lane we move into is suddenly the slow lane?”