My little man of the law is quick to tell me all sorts of traffic rules these days:
-"Mommy, you aren't supposed to go. The light is red."
-"Palmer, I am allowed to turn right on red."
-"No, mommy. You need to stop until it's green."
"Mommy, you didn't stop all the way at that stop sign." (In my defense, there is a new stop sign in the neighborhood that I'm not quite used to yet.)
"Mommy, you are going too fast."
"Mommy, you are going too slow."
"Mommy, don't crash into that car. We don't want to get close and get into an accident and then need a tow truck."
Today I even caught myself saying back, "Palmer, I don't want to talk about cars and driving anymore."
His response, "Why can't we talk about cars? I like them."