Super Sleuth

It would appear as though we have quite the detective on our hands.

We got in the car Friday for what I assumed was a normal ride with the questions started.

“Mom, did you chew my gum?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” I replied as I drove; I was starting to recall I’d chewed a piece while he wasn’t with me the day prior.

“Then what’s that?”

Gum

Busted. I played along, though. “That’s my gum.” (Yes, we really have separate gum; he doesn’t like the minty stuff.)

“Oh. Well, can I have a piece of my gum?”

I hand over a piece, and we ride along seeming to have forgotten about the gum. (At least, I thought.)

“I’m pretty sure that was my gum. See, yours is green-ish. Mine’s red. And this wrapper is the same color. Did you chew my gum?”

Nothing gets by him.

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