Today we were out running errands, and I came to an intersection at which I needed to make a right turn... on a red light. I stopped first, looked carefully, even waited longer than usual, but as soon as the car started moving she began to scream.
"Mommy, the light is red! Stop! Stop!"
I began explaining that making a right turn on red is perfectly acceptable as long as the car comes to a complete stop first and no one else has the right of way.
She replied, "Mommy, I have my mad eyebrows on now."