As we're driving Z starts suddenly volunteering arcane knowledge she learned in school:
Z: A cucmber turns into a pickle if you put it in a jar!
Me: Is that right?
Z: If you call the number 911 then the ambulances, the police and the fire people come.
Me: Wow. Where did you learn this?
And now my other daughter, A, gets involved.
Me: What happens if you call 323?
A: Horses will come!