My niece: I like when we drive up there in Auntie Shar's car*.
My sister: Really? Is it because you are with your cousins and you love them?
My niece: No. I like the part where we stop at the gas station.
My sister: The gas station?
My niece: Yes. When we stop at the gas station, everybody gets candy**.
"Completely true! If we drove to Burbank and I asked if I could get an Icee and a pack of Skittles, you would be like, um, NO. But if it's on I5 somewhere outside of Bakersfield...? No problem. Have two."
Yep. So busted.