I'm driving home from gymnastics with Sarah in the back seat. I go to turn on my left turn signal and somehow turn on the windshield wipers instead. Sarah yells, "Turn off the wipers, Mom!" which I already had. I turn around to look at her, and she's slunk down in the seat as far as she can go, with her hands covering her face, mumbling, "Oh my gosh, this is sooooo embarrassing!"