Minivan Mom

That moment I realized I was a minivan mom:

I was driving home one afternoon, when I looked over at the car next to me and saw a young girl (teenager or young college age) texting on her phone. Now, I have my daughter in the back seat and all I can think of is all of the bad things that could happen with someone driving and texting. So what do I do? I honk my horn at her. She glances over and I then proceed to wag my finger at her and shake my head at her and mouth the words "no ma'am." She just looked at me. Then...she put her phone down! 

Does that officially make me a mom?

Just thought I'd share a comical story for your Wednesday.

Also this:

WHOOP WHOOP!