Backseat driver

August is 1 year and 8 months old. We had an interesting conversation on the way to my favorite Ethiopian restaurant.

Me: Do you want water?
August: No.
Me: Do you want juice?
August: No.
Me: Do you want dinner?
August: No.
Me: Do you want more choices?
August: Yeah. Choices.
Me: Do you want to go to Toysrus? [She hasn't been since she was 8 months old]
August: Yeah.
Me: Do you want to go to sleep?
August: No.
[Anand suddenly brakes and moves into a turning lane. It's raining quite heavily.]
Me: Do you want Dada to be more careful and not stop so suddenly?
August: Yeah. Please.
[Raucous laughter]