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.