Yep. That's exactly what I mean.
My Reed. He kills me.
The word/name "Bob" was illustrated on the cover of one of Reed's reader books from school, and as he very casually walks by, Reed explains, "that says boob."
I said, "Boob? What's a boob?"
To which he replied in his very goofy, yet nonchalant, yet smirky kind of way, "I don't know!"
Then, not two minutes later, I hear him chanting "Ruby's going to the beach. Ruby's going to the beach." over and over again as they play together on the kitchen floor. When I finally stop what I'm doing to really catch what he's saying, wondering what in the world is he talking about, I look over and see him holding two bowls up to Ruby's chest like coconut shells.
I better figure out what this kid is doing in his spare time.