On the way home tonight, Dalton saw a white "Bug Car" (VW Beetle) and said he wished he had one. He went on to say that he wished we would crash so we could get a new car. Bombarded with my explanation of how terrible a car crash is, he said, "If you crash on purpose, you go to jail." I guessed that could be right depending on what exactly happened, but I wanted to know who told him that.

"God told me. Yeah, God told me that."