We need to write these things down

Another installment of recent random conversations:

While stopped at a traffic light on the way to the zoo -
Tess: "That sign over there says Do Not Enter."

Dad: "Did you learn that at school?"

Tess: "I sure did!"

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We were downtown at the art museum a couple weekends ago and Dad pulled into an intersection to make a left turn while the light was green. Well, we had to wait for so much oncoming traffic that the light turned red before he was able to sneak through. I took notice.

Tess: "Dad! That light was red and you didn't stop!"

A few minutes later while pulling up to a 4-way stop:
Tess: "Are you going to stop at that stop sign?"

The next day on the way to school:
Tess: "Dad, are you going to stop at the red lights today?"

That's when Dad taught me the definition of backseat driver.
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After waking up first from a nap, I was standing outside John's door and Dad was around the corner. I asked if I should open his door.
Dad: "Well, is John up?"
Tess: "Yes, I hear his snoring."

And then I proceeded to open his door and wake him up before Dad could explain the situation.
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Dad had started us on supper and he was back in the kitchen filling up our milk glasses, so it was just the two kids at the table for a short moment.

Tess: "He said it! He said it!"

[Dad walks back into the dining room]

Dad: "What did he say?"
Tess: "John said vagina."
Dad: "Oh. Where did he learn that from?"
Tess: "Umm...maybe because of me?"