Baby You Can Drive My Car

David: Daddy's a better driver than you.
Me: Mmmm, we're both good drivers.
David: Well you sometimes go the wrong way and Daddy never does.
Me: Oh, yeah, well you're right about that.

10 minutes later, he came up to tell me goodbye when I left for work. He brought up a tiny folded toy brochure that came in a cereal box or something. He unfolded it, pretending it was a map. "OK, this is where you work, Mommy. This picture is supposed to be your work building. So that's where you're going."