Smarty Pants

This morning, on our way out the door to drop Caleb off at school, Owen grabbed several toy cars to take along. In the car, I wasn't paying particular attention, but could hear the two of them having a very involved conversation. Caleb was asking Owen if he could hold up the car that had the engine sticking through the hood. Obediently, Owen held it out and Caleb asked, "Do you want to know the name of that car?" Owen nodded, so Caleb knowledgeably informed him: "That car is called an engine-eer."