me: Come on, get in the car, sweetie.
him: NO! I don’t want to ride in your car! I want to ride in Daddy’s car!
me: Sorry, dude, not today. Hop in.
him: I don’t want your car! Mommy’s car is SCARY!
me: Scary? (wtf?) What could possibly be scary about mommy’s car?
him: All the bad songs.