Called Out By the 5 Year Old

I like to think that my children know me fairly well. I mean, they know I have a real name, and if they got lost, they would know to have "Sara Longlastname" paged. Rather than just "Mommy". They know my favorite color is pink, my favorite shoes are flip flops, and that I absolutely loathe feet touching me. What I didn't realize, is that they are picking up on other, more "subtle" things.

Case in point, I asked Zeph to go ask her daddy to come to the kitchen so I could ask him a question. She responded with:

What kind of question? An off the wall one?

When this child learns to blog, I'm in a LOT of trouble...