My friend Eric told me how when he was little his father taught him that red meant stop and green meant go. So, any time Eric saw a red light anywhere he would yell, "Stop, Daddy, Stop!" Which his father found a bit disconcerting.

David is my back street driver. All the way to jazzercise this morning I heard a running commentary. "Green light. That light yellow. Red light! Red light! Not our turn. Green light. Go, Mommy."

"Well, honey, the light is green, but we need to wait for all these cars before we turn. It's not our turn yet."

"Green light! Green light! Go!"