My parents came down for a four day visit this week. One afternoon we went to our friends’ farm for homemade ice cream. Before leaving we stopped by the back pasture where a draft horse stood munching grass along the fence.
Me: Look [Jack], a horse!
Me: No bud, it’s a horse.
Me: It’s a horse.
Me, changing tactics: What does the HORSE say Jack?
I’d never realized that two year olds would be so like teenagers in their firm belief that parents don’t know what they’re talking about.