Sydney's interpretation

I had to write this down. This happened a few months ago, but I thought about it today, it made me laugh, so I had to share.
I noticed that my vehicle's gas tank was almost empty, so I pulled into the gas station, rolled the windows down a bit, so I could hear the girls if they were trying to talk to me while pumping gas, turned off the van and opened the door. Sydney, (in her louder-than-most-other-kids voice) asked me what I was doing stopping. I told her that I needed to get gas for the car and she yelled at the top of her well-formed lungs (so every person pumping gas around me could hear)...."NO MOMMY!!! DON'T PASS GAS!!!" I thought it was hilarious, so I started to laugh, but explained to her (loudly, so others knew I wasn't farting around), that I wasn't "passing gas", that the car needed gasoline to run, like we need food, etc., so I had to give it some. She was very grateful that I wasn't going to pass gas.