Ron: You know honey, it’s like in Little Red Riding Hood where she hears about the wolf in the sheep house.
Me: There’s no such thing as a sheep house. (Is he thinking ‘fox in a hen house’?)
Ron: And Little Red Riding Hood hears about the wolf wearing sheep’s clothing and runs to grandma’s house to tell her about it. But nobody believes Red Riding Hood because she’s always crying wolf.
Me: No. You’re mixing three separate fairy tales. The Boy Who Cried Wolf, Little Red Riding Hood and The Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing. Red’s grandmother was sick, that’s why she was taking her the food and why she went into the woods.
Ron: No she wasn’t sick. She was worried about the wolf eating the sheep disguised as a sheep. Are you sure?
Me: Yes, I’m sure! They are Grimms fairy tales from the 1600s.
Ron: They are not.
Me: (Long staring look, trying not to laugh) You’re being inaccurate!
Ron: I am accuracy!
(long pause as Ron tries not to make eye contact with me and then he finally looks over and then much laughter)