William on ....

being right or wrong.

Saturday, William was playing one of the PS2 football games that my brother has. He wanted me to watch and so I did for a while. The defense blocked a pass by the quarterback and I said, "William, that pass was blocked."

He said, "HUH?"

I said, "When the quarterback throws a pass and the defense stops it. It's called a block."

"No. It's a flag."

"Most of the time, a flag is thrown down. But it's really a block."

"No...a flag, Sheerie."

and so the arguement went on... until he said, "I'm trying to correct you and you're trying to incorrect me."

Well, what can I say... sheer brilliance. I realized then that William's gonna have his own form of secret language.