He Picked Us!

I received my best speeding ticket ever.  Driving through an area with a recently lowered speed limit, I get the sinking feeling as I hear the sirens and see the flashing lights in my rear view mirror.  With glee, JR shouts "The policeman picked us mommy!"  I respond, "This isn't a good thing; he's going to give us a ticket."  Zoe shouts, "Oh mommy!  You're going to get a ticket?  Will it be pink?"  JR says, "No it will be blue."  I respond, in my great experience in this area, "No, it will be yellow."  Alex giggles and says, "He turns his lights on!"  The policeman returns and as expected, hands me a yellow ticket.  Zoe, JR, and Alex begin clapping with gusto and shout, "You're right mommy!  You got a yellow ticket!  Yay!"

Fast forward two weeks, we're driving home from church.  JR says, "Mommy, drive faster."  I respond, "No, I'm driving the speed limit."  Zoe says, "Drive faster."  I respond, "No, I'm on deferred adjudication and don't need a conviction."  Then all three shout, "Drive faster!"  JR clarifies, "Mommy, you have to drive faster so the policeman will pick us."  Somehow, I just don't want to be picked.  Thanks speed demons.