The other morning he woke me up by running into my room with this speech:
"Mom, I have bad news for you. Remember when I did _____ and you told me that Daddy was going to spank me when he came home on my bottom? And you know what? He didn't!"
(In other words, "I'm much smarter than both you dim-wits who forgot.")
So I responded, "Ok, well, he can go ahead and do it today, then."
"NO!" he objected. "It was last month!"
I had been lawyered.
This morning he was giving us another big speech and I said to him,
"Miles, I know you're quite the little lawyer, but guess what. I'm like a lawyer, too, so we're going to have some interesting arguments in the future, I bet."
He just gave me a blank look, not knowing what "lawyer" means.
Then he quickly thought of something: "Then you're like a child."
"What?" I asked.
His logical explanation was: "If I'm a lawyer and you're a lawyer and we're both the same, then you're like a child."
Once again, Lawyered.