Flunking Out

Not from grad school, from the U. of Ben 10.  Joe is obsessed with Ben 10, or as obsessed as a 4yo boy can be with a TV show in a house with no TV.  He has been quizzing me this afternoon on which alien is which, asking me to identify indistinguishable squiggles given hints like, "He has two toes, Mom; that's really easy."

At one point I said, "I'm sorry, honey, but you're just going to have to tell me."

He said, as irritated as any tutor whose pupil just cannot figure out something straightforward, "Mom.  Try and focus."

I'm still laughing.