Crossing the Point of No Return

Oh, my goodness. We were coming home from worship this evening and at a stop light, the guy in front of us was driving one of those three wheeled motorcycles. It was really pretty cool looking. The motor was between the two back wheels without a cover of any sort. The only thing I could think about, though, was that the fan was exposed on the back of it and some child could get their hand caught in it. And then I knew. I am a mother. I have officially crossed the line. Oh, well.