We were driving along the track, here Mom pushed to talk about cars (she doesn’t understand the word at all) and she says:
Mattis is a good car.
We look around, wonder, ask why she suddenly remembered the mattis and when it became a good car. He says, out, in front, a good car.
We look carefully for matices, we do not find, we are confused. Meanwhile, the Mercedes 4matic was driving in front of him and his driver did not suspect that he was driving a matrix.