Sunny from the back seat of the car at age 6: You can drive 40 on this road mom, because that sign said 40 was the speed limit.
Me (in what was, apparently interpreted, as a patronizing voice, although I was honestly thinking it): You're so smart!
Sunny: Ugh! I hate it when you say that!
Me: Why?
Sunny: I just don't like it when you talk to me like I'm a baby.
Me: (pausing to think about how to respond) How would you like me to talk to you?
Sunny: Like you talk to Canyon (11).
Me: Oh.
