He wanted to watch the Disney Channel. I wanted to talk. Our conversation went like this…
Me: So how do you like Mommy's new car?
Him: I LOVE IT.
Me: How does Mommy like it?
Him: She does.
Me: It's very nice.
Him: She doesn't want it to be messy.
Me: That's good. You can help her keep it clean.
Him: She doesn't want anyone to fart in it.
Me: Well then she better not give Uncle Alex a ride anywhere.
Him: We took it to the carwash.
Me: Oh that's fun. Did you like it?
Me: Why not?
Him: It freaked me out. It was freaky!
Me: Freaky? What was freaky about it?
Him: The big brushes. They were so freaky.
Me: Yeah they can be scary. Was anything else freaky?
Him: No, just the brushes.
Me: Was Mommy scared?
Him: No, she's a grown up.
Me: One day you'll have a car and will take it to the carwash. Hopefully you won't be scared anymore.
Him: I won't have a car until I'm a grown up. I just said grown up's aren't afraid of the carwash. DUH!
Ok, he didn't really say duh…but believe me it was implied.