Contributed by Crystal Lessard, Reader's Digest, January, 1996, p. 160
It was time to tell my ten-year-old son the facts of life, so I took books out of the library and prepared myself for any questions he might ask. At the end of our lengthy chat, he looked confused. "If you have any questions," I said, "please ask them. There are no silly questions."
"Well, suppose I was married," he said with some embarrassment, "my wife was pregnant and I had to rush her to the hospital. Okay?"
I nodded supportively.
He asked, "Can I go through red lights?"