I love to listen to my boys when they do not realize I'm listening. Earlier today we were riding in my truck when from the backseat I hear my 7yo say, "Cool look at that police car."
I'm driving in traffic so I do not have a chance to look, therefore I can't say for certain what made this cop car cooler than the average cruiser.
My 9yo does chimes in and says, "That must be for the swat team."
This is when the conversation got good.
Z, the 7yo says, "It's not called a swat team. It's a squat team."
"Uh-uh," said T, the 9yo. "It's SWAT team."
"You are so dumb," says Z. "Why would it be a swat team? They are after crooks and robbers. Not flies. You swat flies but you shoot bad guys. And before they shoot them they SQUAT down to aim better."
T says, "Oh squat team. Now I get it, but I sure thought they always said swat team."
I did correct them, but I must admit I did so begrudgingly. One, I appreciated my youngest's reasoning, even if it was flawed. And two, as a storyteller and fiction writer I admired his ability to spin the truth on its head and convince someone that his version was the correct version.