Riding in the car, Night asks me, "What does 1 and 1 make?"
"It makes 2."
"WRONG. INCORRECT."
"No, honey, it does make 2."
"It makes ELEVEN, MOM."
Should've known! It wasn't a learning experience for him. It was a chance for him to be a smart-ass.
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