Option A: Call DCFS. Option B: Call the Bishop.

I was hurriedly driving up Canyon Road trying to get Kate and Elise to a tea party. Of course, since I was in a hurry, a truck from the Forest Service pulled out in front of me and proceeded to travel at 35 mph when the speed limit was 50. I said to the girls, "This guy is going way too slow." Then, between the two front seats popped Kate's little tiny hand. It was flipping the bird, and she said, "Are you going to do THIS when you pass him?"