Part 2: Musings from the back seat

Heard lately as we drive around town with Jonathan:

"I love . . . . TRASH!"

"Bye bye Santa! Have fun!"

"More lights!"

"Chicken fries, chicken, fries, chicken chicken fries fries."

"Optator!" (That's a helicopter to you and me.)

"Pleece car, pleece car!" (Should come in handy soon.)

Who needs a radio?