Logic

If Ma Protosaur read my blog, she would (after strenuously objecting to being "Ma," an appelation she hates) take great delight in Riley Dino's discovery of logic as a tool of persuasion. Yes, the day has come; Riley has discovered that he can change my mind with a logical argument. Yesterday he reveled in his newfound powers, and I gave him the lecture on how logic doesn't always trump other arguments, notably "because I said so." This morning, when I bested him on a point of logical argument (the relative merits of Cheeburger Cheeburger compared to those of Three Brothers for Sunday lunch), he was crestfallen. "Logic, you have failed me!" he mourned as I victory-danced around the gas pump.

(My mom is still reminding me about how I sneered at her logical argument skills when I was 16. I know my days of triumph are numbered.)