backseat drivers

heard in my Honeywagon:

elder lad: "whoa." [not whoa!] "We are waayyy too close to that car."
me: "I'm watchin' 'im.  I know he's coming over."

younger lad: "Mama.  You need to slow down."
me: "I'm going the speed limit, babe."

lass: "Go, Mommy."
me: "See the red light?  We have to until it turns green.  Then we can go."