Specifically, these are comments made on the drive up to Disneyland:
"I see a spare tire!" No, this is not a reference to my waistline; he's obsessed with the external spares on Jeeps & such.
"Get a Honda!" Spoken to we don't know whom, for no reason he chose to explain.
"I want to go home!" Because we're driving into the sun. He has since pulled a blanket onto his head. Over his sunglasses.
"Raaaaahrrrr!!!" As Toothless.
"Why are we going to Disneyland?" ?!? Why do we bother???