Another Calen story...

So the setup for this story is, long story short, the boys and I got in a car accident and, though everyone is fine, likely totaled our Jetta. Calen overheard me telling my mom that we will possibly have to get a new car. Afterwards the following conversation took place.

Calen (coming out of his room where he was supposed to be falling asleep) - "Um, Mommy, I gotta tell you something."

Me - "What?"

Calen - "Um...we just can't get a new car because you have a car. It's your car. You can't get a new car."

Me - "What if Mommy's car is broken?"

Calen - "The smoke will get all out, Mommy. You just have to open the windows and wait." (The passenger air bag triggered. Hence the "smoke".)

Me (knowing that Mark said the transmission and steering are apparently broken, and the exhaust is torn up) - "But what if the engine is broken? What about that?"

Calen (looking exasperated by this point at my apparent lack of understanding) - "Mommy, cars can't get broken because they are held together with glue. I will tell you all about in the morning when I get up and it is Summer."

At which point he returned to his bed....