Theo has a habit of explaining things very slowly, as if talking to a small child, when he thinks we don't understand his point. This would be supremely irritating if it wasn't so darn amusing. He's very polite about it all—it's just clear from his tone that he thinks Mommy and Daddy aren't always too bright, and he should explain things very carefully to us. Our most recent exchange went like this:
Theo: One plus one equals eleven!
Me: Actually, it equals two. Two ones look like an eleven when you write them, but one plus one equals two. If you have one apple and you get one more, you have two apples, not eleven.
Theo (very slowly and patiently): Mom, let me try to explain this better. One and one is eleven. Two and two is twenty-two. Three and three is thirty-three.
On and one he went up to ninety-nine...and then finished with, "Do you understand now, Mommy, what I was explaining?"
Yes, child. I think you got it through my thick skull.
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