Backseat Driver

Jordan is my new driving critic. She tells me when she thinks I'm going too fast or too slow. She tells me when the light turns red and green (something she learned in swim class). I-40 near us is under construction, and the construction speed limit is 45 mph. Nobody follows it but me (I've gotten a speeding fine once already). When a semi or RV passes us, something big enough to consume Jo's field of view, she tells me/asks why we're going backwards. When we drive home from a place on the east side, she tells me if we're going Daddy's way (thru the neighborhoods) or my way (on the highway).