Gina: What are those horses eating?
Me: Grass.
Gina: No, what are they eating?
Me: Grass?
Gina: NO, WHAT ARE THEY EATING?
Me: I think they are eating grass.
Gina, now getting very frustrated at my stupidity: No, what are they eating, like dinner?
Me: Lunch
Gina: Oh.
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Lol.....I love it. I've been frustrating my big 5 year old lately too. We're just lame-o grown-ups who TOTALLY don't get it. :) I didn't think they'd be rolling their eyes at us this soon! (sorry about my earlier deleted comment - there was a big 'ol type-o in it and I couldn't stand to leave it there!)
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