Sofia-isms

There is something about riding in the car that really allows a person to come up with some remarkably poignant thoughts --

After picking Sofia up from school (which happens to be dangerously close to ...)

Me:    "Sofia, we need to stop by Costco today."

Sofia:  "OK, Mom."
              "But, do we need to stop by the Mormon Temple?"

Me:     "No, we don't need to go to the Mormon Temple today."

Sofia:  "Right.  Because we're not Mormon."

Me:     "Yup, we're not Mormon."

Sofia:  "That's because we're Mexicans, I guess."

[At this point I would like to insert a picture from Condorito, a comic book from Chile, where Condorito says something so smashing that the punch line literally knocks the other person head over heels].