Martha

When I'm driving, Ashlyn seems to have this 6th sense of whether or not I am going too fast.

A - Mommy, are you going the speed limit?
M - Yes, Ashlyn. I am going the speed limit.
A - It doesn't feel like it.
M - Well, I am.
(a few minutes later)
A - Are you still going the speed limit?
M - Well, now I'm not.
A - You need to slow it down there, Martha.
M - Martha? Don't you mean, Momma?
A - No. I mean Martha. Like the one in the bible. She was running around like a chicken with her head cut off - just going way too fast. You are being like her!