"When is your birthday, Mom?" Nolan asked, as he ate breakfast.
I was in mid-eyeroll, "Why do you guys keep asking me this?" exasperation when I heard Mr W pipe up "Tuesday" from the vicinity of his chair.
"Heretoforafter known as 'Black Tuesday'," I pointed out to Nolan.
Without missing a beat, he cocked his head sideways as if in thought, and he says, "Don't you mean 'Gray Tuesday'?"
I'll file that away for the day he comes to me, "I need you to sign for my driver's permit."
"Eh, sonny? What did you say??"