While driving, Erin and I often play the "Questions" game. It's really not much of a game... I just fire off a series of random, unrelated questions and Erin answers them, to the best of her knowledge & ability.
In our most recent round of the game, I eventually asked Erin "Who is the grumpiest person you know?" Understand that this was really a loaded question, for I fully expected the answer to come back, "You are, Dadoo" (Erin had told my Mom last week that I yell at her all the time). So again, I am expecting her to tell me that I am the grumpiest.
Sure enough, Erin smiles her wicked little smile and says, "I think Dadoo is the grumpiest."
For the record, I don't consider myself to be all that grumpy. I mean, Erin and I spend a good deal of our time together laughing hysterically. So I feel the need to pry for more information. Trying to sound non-committal, I follow up with:
"Why do you think I'm the grumpiest?"
"Well, when you say bad things to me," Erin replies, after thinking about her answer for a few seconds.
"Hmm... can you give me an example of a bad thing that I say?"
"Dadoo, what's a zample?"
Jeez... how do you explain the word "example" to a 3.5 year old? I stop and think about it for a few moments. Then I try again.
"Can you tell me about one of the bad things that I say to you that makes you think I'm grumpiest?"
Silence... prolonged silence.
I sneak a glance in the rear-view mirror. Erin looks deep in thought.
"Erin?"
"Yes Dadoo?"
"Can you tell me one of the bad things I say?"
"Drive Dadoo. Just - drive."
Conversation over... game over. Who knew that at 3.5 years old, Erin had already mastered the art of female conversation.
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