Well, I Never!

Sam and I were driving to the grocery store this afternoon, and he asked me where mama was. (We'd left mama in the sunroom with Joey not 3 minutes earlier.)

"Where is she?" I asked.

"In the sunroom with Baby Joey," he replied.

"If you knew, why did you ask me the question?" I answered.

"I didn't," said the boy. "You did."

[Aside: I'm still not quite sure what to do with blunt denials of reality. He doesn't seem to have a problem with them, but I don't know how to respond.]

"You did!" I countered.

"You did!" he gleefully riposted.

"You did twice!" I said, launching fully into the game.

He paused for a moment, then, with dignity, murmured, "I'm not talking to you anymore."

I think I hurt myself laughing. (He found it funny, too; we then spent 10 minutes eating cars in the grocery store parking lot.)