When my kids were little we signed them up at a local Christian preschool hoping to make the most of their preschool years, with a bit more focus on morals, values, manners, etc. The trips driving them in the morning were a precious time. We'd talk, laugh, sing, etc., as we moved along our way. One morning we were a bit hurried and found ourselves behind every "pokie-doodle" in town. Finally I'd had enough! We were approaching a "round-and-round" (round-about in the road) when the person in front of me didn't just merge even there was no on-coming cars. I spouted "Oh, come'on, get movin'!". Right then, my son, who was just under 4 years of age, spouted,
"Honk at him Mom, call him an Indiot!"