A couple of great moments on the drive to Indiana today:
Mom: If you could be any kind of animal, what would you be, and why?
Miles: A cheetah, because I could run really fast!
Macey: A tiger, 'cause rawr.
Then, later, when we'd been on the road several hours and morale was low, Macey ran out of things to tattle on Miles about. I knew she'd hit the bottom of the barrel when she fussed, "Miles is... um... looking at horses, Mom!"
