Last Thursday, you and I spent the whole day together while mom at work. I took you to Tyson Corner Center so you can play with your favorite train table at Barnes & Noble. We took 66 coming from DC and busted the exit to get to the mall. Four police cars on the left and five cars were stopped on the right. I tried to just roll along as if I hadn’t committed any violation. My seatbelt was on so I thought I was save. The cop stopped me and yelled because I didn’t see his hand signal. He peeped into the backseat and saw you enjoying your bottle and he smiled, “You can go.” Later on I have learned that 66 is exclusively for HOV and I had no idea. You saved my butt kiddo.