Yesterday, Davis had a cup turned upside down in the back seat, the leftover drops of water from inside falling onto the already stained and gross backseat. I turned around and said, “Davis, are you pouring water onto the backseat?” To which Silas responded, “It’s not water, it’s ice.” I said, “Well, ice is water.” Silas immediately shot back, “No, it’s wet and it’s cold, so it’s ice.” And then, he added, “Just call me a genius.”

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