We had a 2 hour drive home tonight from spending time with Jason's parents up north. Trae was sick of sitting in his seat and was begging to get out, which was pitiful because he has a sore scratchy throat and sounds awful. Jason finally told him that if he got out, the cops would come, and Trae kept saying "pweece bam, tum...? bite me...? pweece bam pank me...?"