Like most moms, I often worry about whether I’m raising my kids to be good, productive members in society. Just this morning, I got my validation.

We were in the school car line, a little later than usual, and still about a dozen cars away from the drop-off point. The shit was becoming precarious.

My daughter, in the back seat and highly agitated that she might be late to school, muttered, “Move it, Buttholes.”

I just looked at her in the rear-view mirror and smiled with that proud mom smile.

Because I realized, in that moment, that she clearly values punctuality.

And that’s very important to me.