Daradie: I want three cars when I grow up.
Me: Three? Why?
Daradie: Well, my husband is going to drive a pick up, I'm going to drive a convertible and when I take the kids, I'll drive the Jeep.
* Which makes me reflect back on a comment when she was four years old about marrying a man with hair on his face and driving a car with no roof. She's at least consistent.
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