Jack: Do you know that girl we saw at the library?
Jack: Well… you know…
Jack: Nooooo! Well yeah.
me: She’s like 20.
Jack: What’s that got to do with anything?
Jack: Can we listen to Na na na na?
me: I kind of have a headache, plus it’s foggy out.
Jack: What’s that have to do with anything?
me: It means I can’t concentrate.
Jack: Can I listen to Another One Bites the Dust?
me: Ugh, shush. Just let me drive for a minute. I can’t see anything.
Jack: It’s spooky out!
Jack: (now off on a mission in his head, he starts shouting) Roger that! 10-9-8-7…!
me: Heyyy, keep it down a bit okay?
Jack: But if I keep it down then the mission will fail!!!
me: Just…sigh…quieter. You’re yelling.
me: Hey, stop with the loudness!
Jack: I’m not being loud. Now I’m being rude!
Jack: Hey why did you turn that corner so fast??
me: It wasn’t that fast. Stuff normally falls off the seat …
Jack: I’m gonna tell Dad that you drive like a lunatic.
me: Yeah, try it.
Jack: Geez. Way to threaten your own kid without threatening him.