Crazy Road Trip Talking

I wish I had a tape recorder for all the funny road trip conversations overheard on our road trip.  I can't make this stuff up.  Here are a couple of examples.

While driving through a mountain pass east of Missoula on I-90:

Anna:  "I call those the Hair Mountains".

Me:  Why do you call them the Hair Mountains?

Anna:  Because they have a lot of trees and plants and weeds and even grass.

Ehren:  Well I call them the crazy hair mountains.  {Ehren loved that there was a mountain range named "The Crazy Mountains."  Dad pointed them out while we were near Bozeman.}

Bossy Anna:  I decide what they're called.  I decide because they're my mountains {pause to reconsider}.  Ok, maybe we'll call them Anna and Ehren's Crazy Hair Mountains and be done with it.

And later... a different conversation with Christian:

Christian:  Mom are we going to be in Montana all summer?

Me:  No, just for a week, but that's almost the rest of the summer.  When we get home, there will only be one week left before school starts.

Christian:  Well, ok.  How about two weeks then?

Me:  Well you'd have to talk to my boss and Dad's boss about that.

Christian:  How come you're not the boss?

Me:  Because if I were the boss, I'd have less time to spend with you.  I'd rather be your boss.

Christian:  Mom, I still want to be a farmer.

Me:  Well that's good because then you'll be your own boss.  You'll have to wake up in the morning and tell yourself, "Christian, you need to work harder.  Christian, you're going to to have to water today.  Christian, there are a lot of weeds out in that field.  You're going to have to do something about that..."

He was totally laughing.  But I haven't deterred him from his farming dream.