The Baby: "I spy, with my little eye, something.... red!"
Me: "is it the red triangle?" (The hazard lights button)
"No." "Is it your cast?" "No." "Is it your buckle?" "No." "Give me a hint."
"Okay, daddy, I'll give you a hint. It's the red triangle."
"But I said that!" "Your turn, Dad."
Today, I was wearing a purple polo shirt. I decided to mess with the kids and pick something that was a clearly wrong color. Me: "I spy, with my little eye, something brown."
The Baby: "Is it your shirt?"
Yes. Yes, it was.
I don't know what's more disconcerting: the fact that he nailed it on the first guess, or the fact that he tracked my thinking as to the color shift.
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