We have plans to meet friends tomorrow morning at a restaurant that has gluten-free pancakes. I told the boys about it at bedtime: “Tomorrow we’re going to go meet Timmy at a restaurant that has pancakes that are good for our tummies. They both sat up, cheered and applauded. Here’s hoping the pancakes are actually good, right?
But then B turned back to me and said, “Good for my tummy means gluten-free.”
“Wow, that’s right, little man, I didn’t even know you knew the phrase ‘gluten-free.'”
“Why not gluten four?”