I may have gone too far

with the whole compassion thing.

I left the kids playing in the front yard while I came in to get something this afternoon. When I went back out I engaged in the following conversation with Mira:

Mira: Scooby was in the middle of the street when a car turned onto the street, so I ran out to rescue him.

Me: Um. Next time you need to let Scooby fend for himself and get yourself out of the street.

Mira: But Mom, he's family! And the car had just turned onto the street.

Why, you may ask, do I display such callous disregard for Scooby? He's a flippin' tennis ball!