Me: Hey guys, how about, before we pull out all the Little People shit, I mean stuff, how about if we pick up some more of this other shit, I mean stuff.
Jabber: Okay. (sits in same position, playing with other shit. I mean stuff.)
Me: Like this wooden knife. Where's the little pink basket of food that this goes with?
Jabber: I don't know. (sits there, playing. hasn't looked up from toy.)
Me: Well, is it in the fort? Is it in your ear? Is it up in your room? Someone had it out, and I'm just wondering where the rest of it is, so I can put it away.
Jabber: I DON'T KNOW where it is.
Me: I know. I don't either. Will you help me look for it, please?
Jabber: I can't look for it. I don't know where it is. (has not looked up yet from the toy.)
Me: Well, I don't know where it is, either. That's why it's called looking. Searching. Seeking. The basket of fake food is hiding. It is awaiting discovery. Make a treasure map. I don't care. But will you please help me look for it?
Jabber: But I wanted to take out the Little People! (collapses in a sullen heap of fake crying)
notes from a knew-it-all-- the blog of YA author ELISSA JANINE HOOLE
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