Darnedest things

We talked a little bit about moving with Eddie today. We'll have to move in about 5 months. We mentioned that we'll go to a new place to live. First Eddie asked "I'm coming?" We assured him that he will come with us. Then he asked "Vincent coming?" Yes, we told him, Vincent too. But Eddie had a different idea: "No, Vincent not coming."



At dinner, Eddie asked for milk. We were out of whole milk, so he got 1%, which he's hardly ever had before. As I gave it to him, I told him "This milk is different—it's 1%" (Anne, simultaneously: "it's impoverished milk"). He guzzled it anyway. As he was slurping, I asked him "So, you still think it's potable?"

Eddie fixed me with a long stare, then exclaimed "What you say?!"

Papa (laughing): "Do you think it's drinkable?"

Eddie (scornfully): "No!"

Papa: "But you're drinking it!"

Eddie (shaking head sorrowfully over Papa's denseness): "No."