But, officer, the HOT LIGHT is on, you see...

(On our way to Krispy Kreme... please note: I was under the speed limit.)

Elizabeth: "You're driving too fast."

Me: "Oh?"

Elizabeth: "Yeah, a policeman is gonna pull you over and give you a ticket."

Me: "OK, I'll slow down... sorry about that."

Elizabeth: "Tell that to the policeman."

Out. Of. Hand

Me: [Doing a weird dance or something] "Oh, sorry.... am I getting out of hand?"

Elizabeth: "Yes."

Me: "I get out of hand a lot, right?"

Elizabeth: "Yes."

Me: "...That's actually my whole life, is getting out of hand and having fun."

Elizabeth: "I don't like it when people get out of hand."

Me: "Why?"

Elizabeth: "Because it means they... have problems."