Have you ever met anyone that refuses to be wrong?
I don't mean that they aren't ever wrong... I mean that they refuse to believe that anything they say could ever be in error, even if that error is slapping them in the forehead?
"Mom, you're going the wrong way". This is middle son, B.
"No - this is the way to Target". I respond.
"No it isn't." He repeated at ever-increasing volume until I turned into the parking lot of Target.
"See, here's Target". I chirped from the front seat.
"Can I have some gum"? He changes the subject.
Then, he was invited to a birthday party. At a karate place. At the Kroger lot.
"Where's the party?"
"At the karate place".
"You're going the wrong way".
"No, the karate place at Kroger".
"There is NO karate place at Kroger". He insisted at ever-increasing volume all the way to the Karate place over Kroger, at which he said:
"This didn't USED to be here."
Yes, dear, since before you were born... I thought, shaking my head.
Skip forward to my (first) repeat visit putting them to bed tonight.
"Go to bed".
"Mom, did you know that bats are blind?"
"No, they're not, they can see".
"No, in a book today at school I learned they're blind".
"No, they're not, but some people have thought they are".
"They're blind". (repeat a few times).
Finally, I shoot back, in frustration "Who do you believe? A PhD in biology or someone that writes books for first graders?" (How petty can I get, do you suppose?)
Z, my oldest son, says, "I believe the PhD." Then, he looks at my B, who was shaking his head and about to blurt out another "THEY'RE BLIND" statement and Z says...
"Yeah, right and there's no karate place at Kroger either".