Car bed.

Quinn: Mommy, can I have a sleepover?

Me: Quinn, I have told you a thousand times that you're not sleeping over at Sarah's house. Maybe next year when you're older and a little more responsible.

Quinn: I'm not talking about Sarah.

Me: Well, who else would invite you to sleep over?

Quinn: Logan.

Me: Lo... Logan? The boy who brought you gummy worms last week?

Quinn: Uh-huh.

Me: Well, you're not sleeping over at a boy's house. At least not until you're 25.

Quinn: But he said I can sleep in his car bed with him.

Me: That's what they all say, Quinn. That's what they all say. Then you get there, and it's a Pinto.

Quinn: Huh?

Me: Nevermind. No sleepovers with boys. Period.