Designating the Driver

Dad: Do ya wanna go bye-bye?

Schatz (clapping her hand and jumping up and down): Yes!!

Dad (tossing her the keys): Here you drive.

Schatz (hands on her hips and with an angry voice): No, Daddy, I not a good driver. You have to drive.

Dad is walking away from her to go into the other room.

Schatz (stamping her foot and raising her voice): Do you hear me, Daddy? I not a good driver. I'll bump the cars.

Dad (realizing she doesn't know he's kidding): Okay, Schatz, I'll drive.

Schatz (giving her daddy the keys): I have to get big like you. Let's go bye-bye, Daddy.