*we pass the high school*

8-year-old 1: Can you believe one day we'll go to school here?

Me: And in your last two years, you'll even drive yourself.

*She has clearly never considered this and is beside herself*

Me: What color car do you want?

8-year-old 1: I have no idea.

8-year-old 2: I would do a different color besides hot pink. *she says this really seriously like she did once consider a hot pink car*

8-year-old 1: I want a van. Like that! *points at a minivan*

8-year-old 2: *doubtfully* A van?

8-year-old 1: Yes, I love vans. And I want to paint it myself, like when people will paint, like, extra designs on their car. (She meant decals but didn't know the word.) And I want to paint it myself, so people will say, "Ooh, where did you get your car painted?" and I'll say it was me, and they'll be impressed.