As we were driving home from the store this morning, Conor and I had the following conversation. (My face hurts from laughing each time I think back on it... you're welcome!)
Conor: Mama, I know what pokey mean. It means slow.
Me: That's right, Conor! Good job.
Conor: Why does it mean slow?
Me: I don't know. Someone thought it was a good word to be slow.
Conor: Who?
Me: I don't know, Sweetie.
Conor: I thought you said you were smart.
Me: (insert laughing)
Conor: What's so funny, Mama??
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