Sometimes Philosopher Child is delightfully out there. I remember when he was very young and asked me if God ate breakfast. Other times, he is so narrow and to the point that he struggles to understand what he is being asked to do, even when it comes to simple tasks.
Yesterday I asked him if he understood the material for his math test.
"Yes," he replied. "A piece of paper and a pencil."
He wasn't joking. He really thought that was the answer.
"No, as in the text."
"We don't use our books for the tests."
Looking through his school papers from last week, I found this (click the photo to see the whole scentence)
He's not wrong... strictly speaking.
A few days ago, we were in Target and both the boys were misbehaving. I told them that if they didn't stop, I'd put them in the cart.
Little Viking looked at me and said, "Mom, only one of us will fit in the cart."
Crap, I'm outnumbered here.