Mother-Son Conversation

Zane is in the living room. I am in the kitchen.

"Mama?" Zane calls from the living room.

"Yes, Son?" I am in the kitchen, my hands in the sink, waging my daily war against a never diminishing pile of dirty dishes.

"I not the Sun, I'm Zane!" comes the outraged response.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" I forget that Zane does not understand homonyms yet. "Yes, Zane?"

"Mama, I want the Spiderman book."

"Which Spiderman book?" Zane has several books with Spiderman on the cover, and I try to think of where they all might be located.

"That Spiderman book," came the reply. At this point, an extremely snarky response popped into my head, but I kept it to myself.

"What does it look like?" I said instead.

"I don't know," said Mr. Helpful.

"Well, if you don't know, how do you know that that is the book you want?" I tried logic. Silence from the living room as this question was processed. I got back into the groove of dishwashing.

"Mama?" Zane called from the living room.

"Yes?"

"I want the Spiderman book."


For the record, it was a Marvel Superheroes Look and Find book. Spiderman was indeed on the cover.