Abbie-isms

I'm just glad this didn't turn into a why-does-he-have-that-thing discussion:
We were taking a walk with the dog on Tuesday when he stopped to use the bathroom. He stops more often than I would wish, and as I sighed Abbie, from the front of the stroller, piped up, "He's just making water, not poopie. I can tell because of his position."

It's good to know she isn't pining away whenever we're apart:
Yesterday, I took the younger two girls up to my in-laws before going in to volunteer in Claire's classroom. As we were on our way, Abbie said, "Mommy, are you going to just drop us off?"

Yes, I said.

"Do you know what dropping off means?" she said.

I knew that this was weighted somehow, so I replied that I wasn't sure. What does it mean?

"It means" she replied, in that forceful way she has, "that when we get there you open the car door, you wait until we are far enough way to not get runned over, and then you drive away."