About two hours ago Sam asked me when we were having dinner. I said, "at six."
A few minutes ago he walked up, smug look on his face. "It's one minute till six, mom. And there is no way you can make dinner in just one minute!"
I gave him my best sly smile and said, "it's in the crock pot..."
He shook his head, and as he walked away he mumbled, "whoa...she's good..."
Would someone please make a note that for at least this one day, I impressed my child.