Grandboy, standing at the recycle bin, mortified: GWUMPA!

Me: Yessir?

Grandboy: Why you, why you recycle these things? (Picks up mid-sized cardboard containers and plastic bottles, all rinsed or clean)

Me: So we can reuse them.

Grandboy: No I mean why recycle THESE? I can make SPACE SHIPS from these now! (Takes them from the bin and starts working on them with his kid scissors and tape)

— Oh, my child’s child. It’s good to know the old ways will not die out with us :’)

Grandboy: Gwumpa, what is that (on video game)?

Me (looking up): O i don’t know.

Grandboy (frustrated, moves the character about):

Grumpa, what is THAT? (points to the same thing)

Me: I don’t know.

Grandboy: Huh? What do you mean, “I don’t know”?

Me: Means I don’t know…

Grandboy: Why don’t you know, Gwumpa?

Me (not resisting the urge at all): I don’t know

Grandboy: AAAAAGHHHHH