Moses and I are sitting at the kitchen table, eating sandwiches for lunch. He pauses before taking another bite, turns to me, and asks,
"By way, you have a car?"
By which I believe he meant, "By the way, do you have a car?"
Shocked, but not wanting to appear as if there's anything funny about this question, and a little taken aback, I say,
To which he replies,
"Yes, do! See, right dere!" Pointing to my car in the driveway.
"Oh, well, yes. I do have a car. But it has a flat tire."
He asks, "You no can drive?"
He nods his head sagely, as if commiserating on the difficulties of flat tires, and goes back to his sandwich.