Daddy is a jerk.

Anne conveyed this story to me yesterday.

She was driving with the kids in the back seat, going to Midtown. Somehow she ended up in the wrong lane and was having trouble getting over to the right because one car was essentially pacing her.

She she mutters "come on, I have to get over, J E R K". (spelled out)

Imagine the angelic voices coming from the back seat.

"Mommy what does J E R K spell?" - Mary Grace
"Oh nevermind..." - Mommy
"J E R K spells Jerk! Mommy what does jerk mean?" - Mary Grace
"Eh, um. Jerk means silly..." - Mommy
"Oh, so Daddy is a jerk!" - Mary Grace
"Well..." - Mommy

I wasn't even there!