3 miles and 1/2 a Cracker

It's 2:30 in the afternoon and at this point in my day I find that "her cracker" = "my sanity". My daughter can inhale them like a hoover vacuum. As I put on her shoes I see her eyes staring wide eyed at the whole cracker, which I am about to give her. She has no idea that for the next hour and 1/2 I will be dragging her in and out of the car running errands. I have a full arsenal of crackers in my Diaper bag. Okay it's go time, I have approx 3 miles to our first destination. I watch in the rear view mirror as the cracker disappears into oblivion. Red Light, green Light, Red light, green light, GO! As I weave in and out of traffic like a Nascar Pro. I think to myself, I'm not racing against time or traffic, I'm racing against a cracker!