A few weeks ago, Henry and Stephen were playing the living room after dinner. I was starting a load of laundry (in the kitchen) and Wyatt was still sitting at the table. He was sitting at the table not eating his chicken because it was too greasy. And because he wasn't eating his greasy chicken, I wasn't paying much attention to him or to what he was saying.

But then he said something about my name being the same as poop.

I am sorry - what did you just say to me?

Your name. Hannah. It's like poop.

My name is not like poop. What are you talking about?

Yeah, it is. Poop is the same kind of name as your name. You know what I am talking about, Mom. What is the the name for your name?

Pause. Lightbulb.

Stephen! Stephen! Did you hear that? Wyatt knows that poop is is a palindrome!

Damn! That kid is sharp.