The following came from the backseat on the way to camp this morning:
Zoey: Daddy, can I get married when I'm thirteen?
I just ignored it. Actually, I had to ignore it because I died right there in the car.
Five minutes later...
Zoey: When I grow up, I'm going to be an environmental scientist and make medicine for the Earth.
Sorry, babe. Too little, too late. You should've led off with this.
Backseat Driving Me Crazy
