The Spare Tire

Rachel's at that really fun age where she does a lot of talking and pretty much says things like she sees it. Sometimes it's funny...sometimes it's not. Sometimes when you don't acknowledge her right away she keeps repeating until you do.

In the car the other day:

Rachel: Hey Dad, look at that car (pointing at an SUV with a spare tire on the back)
Me: What is it?
Rachel: It's a car and it has a spare tire...
Me: Oh really? That's nice...
Rachel: Hey Dad...
Me: Yeah?
Rachel: You have a spare tire too!
Me: . . . . .
Rachel: I said, you have a spare tire too!
Me: uh...yeah...ha ha
Rachel: What's so funny?
Me: . . Nevermind
Rachel: If you say so...

Apparently, after a few more follow up questions I found out she was referring to the spare tire that was kept in the trunk of my work car. Phew...