Backseat Conversations

There are times when I wish I came equipped with an internal video recorder.  Or at the least an audio one.  Driving to Julia's dance class this afternoon was one of those times as I heard this discussion going on in the backseat:

Dax:  Mommy!  Remember when I was a little baby and I slept on the clouds and told them to grab that dog? Remember that, Mom?

Julia: Dax, clouds don't have arms. They don't, buddy.