Husband, The Little Man, Miss Peach and I are waiting for an elevator. The doors open and a man and a little boy holding car keys are already on the elevator. The little boy looks maybe three years old. We pile into the elevator...
Miss Peach: "boy car keys."
Me: "Yes, the boy is holding car keys."
Little boy: (looking very smug and bothered by our presence in the elevator) "They are not car keys, they are Mercedes keys."
Then Miss Peach promptly kicked the little sh*t in the shins! (not really, but one of us should have). What kind of three year old says that? I think I should have slapped his father.