KNOW IT ALL

We had to run an errand this morning.  As we were headed back and driving down a country road, I knew Gabe would be excited to see the farmers working in the fields.  There were lots of tractors out.  I said, "Look at that tractor, Gabe."  He responded, "No, dats a combine, Mom."  "Oh! Well, look at that tractor over there," I wasn't anticipating being wrong again.  He added, "Dats a baler, Mom." I was getting frustrated.  Conversations with him are so exhausting.  A few minutes passed and I noticed something in the grass that I thought he'd like to see.  "Hey, Gabe, look at that pinwheel in the grass," I said.  He argued, "No Mom, dats a windmill."  Now, I knew I wasn't wrong on this one.  I began arguing with myself in my mind,  "That's a pinwheel.  Windmills are much bigger and you most certainly wouldn't find one on the side of the road next to a 'for sale' sign."  Just when I was about to explain the difference to him, I realized that I would never win the arguement.  I remembered my mom always saying to me, "I forgot, you know everything."  So, I finished with, "Oh, okay."  My mom always says that he's another me.  Man, I hate it when she's right!