I Don't Want to Get Pulled Over

Po and I had some rare time alone yesterday, much of it spent driving on the freeway. As you can imagine, the kid talks non-stop, so whenever there are a few moments of silence, I know he's just reloading with something spectacular.

We passed a police car, lights ablaze, on the side of the road. "Mommy, how do police cars pull people over? They don't have hooks."

I won't go all into how I explained him out of his literal mindset, but it was quite a lengthy discussion, and I'm still not sure he understands. It's funny when you think about all of the things that could be misinterpreted if we thought of them literally. I wonder what else he ponders about that way. Knowing him, I'll find out.