Ella: "That car is going faster than us." To the car in front of us.
Me: "They are going faster than the speed limit. We have to follow the rules when we drive or we will get in trouble."
Ella: "When I grow up and I drive a car, I want to go fast."
Me: "Well, you can be a race car driver when you grown up and then you can drive really fast."
Ella: "When I grow up I can drive fast and have an El Camino car just like daddy. A pink one."
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