"Mama, you don't drive very good." (how did she know ?!) "why do you say that?" "dad's head is at the top, so he drives good, and when I get bigger, my head will be at the top, and I will drive good too." Interesting logic there, M.
C loves to ride in the car. No matter what toys he's focused on, or how cranky he might be, he will drop everything if he hears we are leaving somewhere, and will sit very contently in the car. *shrug* Guess it's a guy thing.