The other day Joel was gone on a faculty interview to NJ, so I was in charge of little guy that afternoon.  I cut out early from work and went to pick him up from school.  He was ecstatic to see me when I picked him up from school.  He took me by the hand and showed me his drawing from that day, and the teacher helped me understand what the story had said and how his drawing corresponded to it.
We then climbed in the car, buckled up, and began a conversation.  LG loves to make elaborate plans for the day, so I asked him what he wanted to do.  He was mostly excited about a Scholastic book event rather than anything he wanted to do that afternoon.  So, I tried to encourage by saying playfully, "Well, I thought we'd go to the park, and playyyyyy, and then go home and play with your Transformers, and play, and play and play and play, and playyyyyy, and playyyyyy and playyyyy..." and I was right in the middle of a "play," when he loudly exclaimed, "OKAY!  I get it."
It was all I could do to stifle a laugh.  I was being annoying because I thought he wasn't listening, but it turns out, he totally was. 

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