the brain of a child

We were talking to my nephews on Skype the other day.  I asked the boys what they thought I should get Tolga for Christmas.  Asher said,
"A spitball."  Owen said,
"A ring, because remember when he lost his?"  I sure do remember, but I'm more impressed my 8-year-old nephew remembers.

The boys were showing us their Christmas gifts.  Owen got a lego set that had occupied him for hours for the last couple of days.  Tolga had joined the conversation and asked,
"Is it a Chinese restaurant?"
"NO!!  It's a Japanese ninja base!"
"Can I order sushi there?"  This went on for a little bit until Owen said,
"You're annoying."  And he turned the iPad face-down - not off - so we were looking at the darkness of the floor, but he could still hear us.

Unfortunately we were laughing at his virtual punishment.

Growing up sure is something.