Backseat driver

Whenever we're in the car with Isabella she always asks why we are stopping at lights, etc. We explain how green means go and red means stop (I might even have blogged about this before...). She always tries to repeat it but never seems to get it right and then we correct her and on it goes. This happened this afternoon and I guess her dad and I sighed after awhile so she said, "We'll talk about this later, right dad?"

While on the same car ride, we were trying to figure out where we wanted to go and Pablo asked Isabella if she had any ideas and she replied, "Yes. Let's go to Vegas!"