That Is the Answer

Around 6:30 Sunday morning, WeeBee weaseled his way into my bed.  Well, a more accurate description would be that he scrambled up, climbed on my back, and then hung his head upside-down over my shoulder, so that when I opened my eyes, he was three inches away, grinning maniacally, upside-down.

WeeBee:  Look, Mommy!  It's a beautiful day!
Mommy:  Uh huh.
WeeBee:  Mommy, 1 + 1 is 2.
Mommy:  Uh huh.  Wait, what?

Every once in awhile, WeeBee comes out with something and I have absolutely no idea where it came from.  Besides questioning what sort of child does math problems at 6:30 on a Sunday morning, he didn't learn this from me.  I thought maybe he saw a math show on Nick Jr. at Paka's house, but my husband is convinced the only thing he watched was Blue's Clues and Pound Puppies (whatever that is.)  I questioned WeeBee on it again later, and he was even more insistent.

Mommy:  So, this morning, you told me 1 + 1 is 2.
WeeBee:  Yes!  1 + 1 is 2.  That is the answer.

Right.

Sadly, I must go, because my little tyrant has just questioned why the laundry hasn't been put away.  I believe his exact words were, "Mommy, why is the basket on Daddy's chair?  It's impossible!"  (With the implication clearly being that I'm the impossible one, because the laundry basket is preventing him from bouncing on the chair and throwing mini beach balls behind it.)