I was quizzing the kids on pertinent information... you know, what to tell the police when they get separated from me at the store. Or Disneyland. Or the park. Or our house.
Girlie was knocking the questions out the park.
What number do you call if there is an emergency? What is your name? What is your last name? What is Mommy's name? What is Daddy's name? Where do we live?
No problem - she handled all of the questions, even the curveball I threw her - What is our house number?
Then I started on Boyo.
"What's your name?"
Boyo: "I no know."
"What's Daddy's name?"
"No, that is what you call him. What's his real name?"
"Where do we live?"
"No, what is the name of where we live?"
Maybe I should just buy him one of those kid leashes....