Him: Dad, when is Tavish's birthday?
Me: It's on March the third.
Him: And my birthday is May the fourth?
Me: Yes it is.
Him: So, I'm almost 40 pounds, right?
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He did that math in his head? I'm impressed. I typically need a conversion chart to move between months and pounds.
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Friday, 29 February 2008 at 09:18 AM
And how would Tavish weight, then?
Posted by: Émilie B | Friday, 29 February 2008 at 01:40 PM
Kid logic is the best.
The scary part is when they start to make more sense than their parents. Kids see through bullsh*t fairly early on. Watch out. If you haven't experienced it yet, you will. I'm not saying we try to pull a fast one on our boy very often, but getting anything past him is very difficult these days.
Spelling still works. For now.
Posted by: Mark | Friday, 29 February 2008 at 08:05 PM