I was in the car yesterday dropping Miss 7 off at a play date, and while starting to accelerate on a green traffic light a truck came roaring through the intersection in front of me.
"How red was his light?" I bleated to the car-load of wide-eyed children - to which Miss 9 year old replied "I'd like to write on a post-it note and hold it up to the window to the driver with WTF written on it!"
A long, long, stunned pause entered the vehicle as I scrambled for an appropriate parental response. The little radar in the back picks up on everything and clearly there have been many occasions in the car I haven't engaged the filter.
"Do you know what WTF means Mum"?" she chirped. Huge sigh of relief from me - if she has to ask me if I know what it means clearly she hasn't heard if from me.
I know another meaning for WTF, Miss 7 chimed in. Here we go again, I thought, just when I thought I was off the hook. "WTF ... Where's The Food?"
Laughter and shrieking explodes in the back of the car and I exhale as the conversation is lightened and we've found a far more appropriate usage for the letters WTF.
But I got to thinking about the close shave we had and how our holiday break spent driving around the Bay of Plenty and Waikato had been littered with displays of incredibly bad driving - not to mention some colourful adjectives making a cameo occasionally because of it.
The 2016 provisional road toll shows 328 people died on the roads in 2016. Three hundred and twenty-eight. That's the equivalent of the roll of my my girls' primary school. The whole school - gone.
Now I'm far from perfect on the road - just ask my husband - in fact I'm a world champion in back seat driving. But I can perfectly describe why we're dying on the roads.