Merry makes the blog

The following dialogue takes place as the kids and I, driving sedately down a residential street in Sugar Land, are passed by a police car, which moves smartly on by before Rusty can read everything on the side of the car but not before he takes a shot at it:

RUSTY: "Police...station?"

DAD: No, Rusty, a police station is the building where the policemen go when they work. That was a police car. But, hey, [high-fiving him] good job reading the "police" part.

MERRY: [interjecting with a straight face] Dad, do you think they have a police station wagon?