Yesterday Nicholas and I were having a conversation about how people are related (we're not quite up to Grandpa Richard's lessons on how to figure out how many generations removed a cousin is; so far just within the nuclear family). He mentioned that I am his daddy, and I said, "yes, and you are my son."
"No daddy!" came the plaintive reply. "I'm not the Sun! I'm a little boy!"
I tried to explain using his chalkboard, a yellow circle, and two stick figures, but I'm not sure he gets the concept. Oh well.
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