they’re on to me

Tonight, this exchange occurred as I was helping the boys brush their teeth:

FERGUS: Mommy, do you fink weindeers wike wain?

MOMMY: No, I don’t think so. I don’t like rain.

FERGUS: I fink dey do wike wain. You know why? Cause weindeers? Have wain? In dere deer NAMES.

MOMMY: Wow, you’ve got a point there, Fergus.

I smile to myself, as he resumes brushing his teeth. There is silence for a moment.

COOPER: Mom, you should put that on your blog.