In the car with the boys on the way to the babysitter...
Joey: I not a Joey, I a Obot
Mommy: What kind of Obot are you, Joey?
Joey: On the ground.
Mommy: What do you do?
Joey: I make garbage squares.
In the car on the way to see their dad:
Andy: Mommy, is money an object?
Mommy: Sure, I guess.
Andy: NO! Money is no object!
(have no idea where *that* came from...)
