...unless it's the rate at which one's tired kid is careening down a stretch of muddy singletrack on her bike. Her head swivels toward a rustling sound in the bushes as she joyously cries "Bunny!". Miraculously the bike does not follow. Nor does she overcorrect and go headlong off the trail down the steep slope on the other side. Not only that, but she gracefully stops, smiles, and pulls over to the side when surprised by an equestrian coming around the next corner.
I must resist the advancing symptoms of mom disease and not quash all the fun, as the kid has once again demonstrated remarkable control even when it seems like she's not paying attention.