Studious child has command of the experimental method.
“Daddy, why do you call Mama “sweetie?”” asked my five year old. She’s genuinely curious.
“Um. Because she’s sweet,” replied my husband. This isn’t why he calls me “sweetie.” He started calling me stuff like “sweetie” and “pook-ums” ironically a decade ago. Over time “sweetie” stuck around and the verbal eye roll faded.
“You’re LYING!” Well, yes. Technically. But still, kid. Ouch. I am one saccharine sweet son of a bitch, I’ll have you know.
“I’m not lying,” he said. Only you are. And now you’re doubling down.
“I don’t believe you.” True.
“Why?” Honest question.
“I licked Mommy’s arm one time and she tasted salty.” Not flattering. But at least she is operationalizing definitions and verifying them through experiment. So, um, yay science?