Getting into the car to go home:
S: After I put on my seatbelt, will I get to have the car?
Me: What do you mean?
S: Do I get your car?
Me: Uh...I'll let you pick what songs we listen to on the radio.
S: OK.
(I know kids grow up quickly, but she can't get a driver's permit for another 12 years...Why do I sense I'm being nudged out of the way?)