Boy and best friend, both 5, sitting on the stairs, just out of sight of my desk.
BF: Is there anything cool to play with in your car?
Boy: No. (pause). Except for the driving stuff.
BF: Cool. Let’s go play in your car!
Edgy witch mama, coming around the corner, glowering: There will be NO playing in multi-ton vehicles with engines by five-year-old spazs.
Boy: Well, I guess we can go jump off the roof of the treehouse.