I think we need a new car.

Chloe and I were on the way home from taking the boys to school this morning, when she says, "I think we need to get a new car. We need a looking better one. Not a van." Already?! Then she continues, "We need one with five seats. Does a slug bug or a cruiser bruiser have five seats? We also need a different color." She changes a little as she goes along, and decides that it can be a van still, but just a different color. Since when do four year olds care about what car they ride in?