Conversations in the car.

At the stop light, we (Caleb) saw a Fed Ex truck.
Caleb: Oooh! A Fed Ex truck! Hey, Fed Ex truck! Please go to my house! ...  [With deep sadness.] Aw, dang it. He turned the wrong way.

Getting back into the car at the Distribution Center at the temple:
Me: Oops! I left my phone in the car. That's not a smart idea.
Caleb: Why?
Me: Because someone might see it and think, "I want that phone! I'm going to break into that car to get it."
Caleb: I bet somebody thought that but then didn't do it. Because the temple is a holy place.

Driving along:
Caleb: Can we paint eyes on our car?
Me: We could...
Caleb: And then paint it red and get a spoiler?
Me: Probably not.
Caleb: Because then we could look like Lightning McQueen!

Still driving along:
Me: [Relating (for reasons now unclear to me) the story of how I got in a car accident at age 16.]
Caleb, after listening to the whole story and asking several questions: Were you just not very smart?
Me: [Laughing hard.]
Caleb, to himself: I probably shouldn't have said that.

Almost home:
Me: Whoops! That was a school zone! I didn't even notice! [And I didn't notice because it was too early for it to be on.]
Caleb: Did you hit anybody?
Me: Nope.
Caleb: Well, that's good. I'd be sad if you went to jail.