boo.

Zane was in the bathtub for about twenty minutes and I had asked him twice to pull the plug. The third time was more forceful.

Me: Zane. Listen to me. Pull the plug - it's time to get out of the tub.

Zane: Arrgh! (pulling the plug and then looking at me very sternly) You're frustrating me, Mommy.

He continued to look me boldly in the eye with his knitted brow. He didn't appreciate my poorly suppressed snicker, either.

Zane's good friend, Adele, came for a visit today. They both ate a great lunch and played very well together, which was a nice departure for me. An overheard conversation follows...

Adele: That's not fair!

Zane: What does "not fair" mean?

Adele: It's like when a dog gets in the way. That's not fair.

Zane: What about "fair?" What's that mean?

Adele: That's like when you don't want something anymore. That's fair.

Fair enough.

Since watching the Pixar movie, Cars, Zane has become passionate about driving, speeding and what happens when you speed. He's constantly asking me if I'm speeding and then accusing me of speeding if I pass another car. He knows that if you speed, you will get chased by a police car and I think he's a little conflicted about this.

The other day we were driving on the freeway and the following conversation ensued...

Zane: Are you speeding?

Me: No, not really.

Zane: What does "not really" mean?

Me: Well, I'm going 65 and the speed limit is 60. So, I'm only speeding a little bit and that's ok.

Zane: What's a speed lemon?

Me: (giggle) Speed lim-IT. It's the law that says how fast you can go. The law says you can 60 mph on this freeway, but it's ok to go a little bit faster.

Zane: What's a law?

Me: It's a rule. So it's ok to break the rule a little bit.

Zane: It is?

Me: (C.R.A.P.) Um...no...it really isn't. I'll slow down.