Stop and smell... the combine??

We were driving home on a beautiful little 2 lane road today (clipping along a a nice speed, no traffic to speak of)... when we got behind..... a huge combine tractor going about 15 mph. Yeah. Not hard to imagine that in the rural south. My usual reaction to this (yes, has happened to me alot over the years) is to get aggravated, begin tapping my fingers on the steering wheel and start muttering under my breath until I pass the thing. My mind started in that direction, but I quickly froze when this thought came into my mind... remember little eyes are watching you. every move you make. every bad attitude... EVERYTHING... Just then, my precious little son piped up from the back " O mommy look at that really big tractor, is it a John Deere?" and then started asked a thousand questions about it, what it did, where it was going... which led into a conversation about corn, feeding cows in the winter, where the farmer lives, when do chickens sleep, do the horsies take naps like me, and various other topics - which I am sure you can imagine... We began talking about the scenery we were passing (driving through farmland) and I found myself laughing answering my little man's questions and my precious inquisitive son learned so much (he's still talking about it) all because of a tiny attitude adjustment. I was actually kind of dissappointed when I finally got a chance to pass the big ol' combine. Thank you Lord, for the wonderful reminder, and may we all be able to ... Stop and smell the combines