Later this morning we leave to take our two oldest children to college. For the trip, we rented a car that we picked up yesterday. It has one of those electronic keys. My six-year-old daughter found the key and asked about it. I told her it was a key.
“It doesn’t look like a key,” she said.
I turned my back. Suddenly, from outside, I heard the car horn blaring over and over. I started toward the window then realized that my daughter had pushed the panic button on the key. I took the key from her and told her not to push the buttons.
She responded sweetly, “You should have hid it from me.”