He really IS my child

 A long, long, LONG time ago, whilst working at camp, I ruminated to my future husband and another male coworker that I'd figured out the problem between men and women. The other coworker quipped, "you mean there's only one?" 

The problem is that women have so many thoughts so quickly that we edit them internally to bring the pertinent information to the conversation, which explains how we get from "eggs" to "shoes" in our heads but leaves the fellows completely stymied because we didn't fill in all the points in between. If we did, we would NEVER stop talking and every explanation would overwhelm all male sensors. The next time a woman says something that doesn't make any sense to you, know that it does make sense to HER, and probably any of her girlfriends in the area, and question whether you have the time to go through a point by point explanation, because she CAN give you one. I promise. 

To my amazement, Thing Two had a moment like that this morning. He'd asked me if we had an unopened grape jelly as he'd finished a jar yesterday. Never mind the facts that A) it should have been on the grocery list days ago if he was that low and B) he should have looked for it when he finished yesterday's jar to confirm we did indeed have another. 

I told him to get crackin' on his other morning jobs to get him out the door on time and that I'd find it. I found it, brought it out, and handed it to him. He states, in his morning voice, which is lower than low:

I dunno why we hung people for witchcraft cuz it's clearly useful.

I think I blinked twice and kept going with the corralling of Thing Three who was moving slower than molasses (these last few days of school are killing us. Just killing us. We will never make it past Memorial Day.) 

It wasn't until I sat down to confirm his above quote that he gave me the second half which tied it all together:

I dunno how else Mom found the grape jelly.

Aha! He mastered the "say the first part, skip the rest, and say the last!" WooHOOOOOOOO! 

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Also, let's go, people. I've only received one guess as to what he purchased in a gift shop in DC. 

NOT a yellow version of the White House, but good guess!