"Sully, I need you to put your raincoat on."
Sullivan is hunched over his train set. "I don't need it," he says.
"No, you do," I say. "It's going to rain."
He sits back and pulls out his imaginary phone. This is a thing he does now. He taps away on the palm of his hand for a few seconds and then smiles up at me. "Mario just texted me. He says it's not supposed to rain today."
"Well, Mario doesn't know everything," I say.
He taps on his palm again. "Mario just texted me," he says. "He says he knows everything."
"Well, he doesn't know everything," I say, "because he apparently doesn't know he doesn't know everything. Go put your jacket on."
He does.
Two hours later, we return home from a morning of errand running. Sully slips out of his raincoat and runs to his room to resume his train thing. I sit Scarlett on the couch and start untying her shoelaces. She flaps her arms and babbles at me and points out the window at I don't know what. I make the usual one-sided small-talk with her. "Yeah," I say, "look at that! The sun's out! That's nice. Looks like it's not going to rain today after all."
Without missing a beat, Sully calls from the next room, "I guess Mario does know everything!"
Sullivan is hunched over his train set. "I don't need it," he says.
"No, you do," I say. "It's going to rain."
He sits back and pulls out his imaginary phone. This is a thing he does now. He taps away on the palm of his hand for a few seconds and then smiles up at me. "Mario just texted me. He says it's not supposed to rain today."
"Well, Mario doesn't know everything," I say.
He taps on his palm again. "Mario just texted me," he says. "He says he knows everything."
"Well, he doesn't know everything," I say, "because he apparently doesn't know he doesn't know everything. Go put your jacket on."
He does.
Two hours later, we return home from a morning of errand running. Sully slips out of his raincoat and runs to his room to resume his train thing. I sit Scarlett on the couch and start untying her shoelaces. She flaps her arms and babbles at me and points out the window at I don't know what. I make the usual one-sided small-talk with her. "Yeah," I say, "look at that! The sun's out! That's nice. Looks like it's not going to rain today after all."
Without missing a beat, Sully calls from the next room, "I guess Mario does know everything!"
1 comment:
Hahahahaha. This is great!
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