Suddenly I realized, as I was yelling, that Jet was shaking his finger at me and saying, quite severely, "Pipe down! No, you pipe down!!"
Stopped me in my tracks. I blinked mildly at him and he repeated his dressing down. When I smiled at him, he smiled back and climbed into his dinner chair.
Earlier this week, Jet got to see a video of Cats and he was fascinated by the singing and dancing and in The Making Of he'd crow every time a person got turned into a Cat.
Last night, when we got to Wendy's, I saw a cat on the path before the door and I said, "Look, Jet, a kitty!"
Jet answered, very distinctly, "No. That's a cat."
Well, I *did* say that I wanted a kid that knew his own mind. Wow.