What can I say? She's been four for less than two weeks and already the dialog has become so much more interesting...or maybe just complicated...
The setting: On our walk out to the car after preschool
SweetPea: Mommy, can I drive in your blue car?
Me: Of course you can sweetie, I always drive you in my blue car.
SweetPea: No mommy, can I drive your blue car?
Me: (pauses to soak the question in)...you want to drive... my car?
SweetPea: (enthusiastically) Yes!
Me: Sweetie, you're too little to drive my car.
SweetPea: Mommy, I'm not little, I'm four. I'm a big girl, so I can drive now.
Me: (Momentarily stops to consider the possibilities. She says she's old enough to drive. She and Lil Buddy could carpool to preschool...I could sleep in until 9 am two days a week...hmmmmmm....) ...Sweetie, the policeman says you have to be 16 to drive a car. Are you 16 yet? How many more numbers until you are 16?
(SweetPea and Mommy count from 4 to 16)