Talking to the car....

So the other day we were driving and I turn around to see Cash squeezing his capri-sun container of juice so the juice squirts out all over the car. I of course have a fit and grab it from him and tell him, he isn't going to have juice if he squeezes is out all over the car and himself. I think to myself- "why would you do that?" Actually Shawn and I find ourselves asking that question alot lately- why would you do that? He is 3.5 what do we expect - right?
So anyway - I am still ranting from the drivers seat about how he needs to give me the juice and that squeezing it is unexceptable, yada yada yada.... and he says, "Mom, are you talking to the car?" WHAT? No, I am not talking to the car- I am talking to you..... I had to just bust out laughing and then he was laughing and we were both laughing because he is so silly he knows how to push my buttons and he knows how to disarm me sometimes.