Gideon points to the box of instant mashed taters sitting by the stove and asks, "What is this for?"
I answer, "For dinner."
He asks again, "But what's it for?"
"To eat"
"But what is it?"
"Potatoes"
He looks at the box, completely confounded, "No, that is NOT potatoes. Stop being crazy mama."
And then I realize that I'm not sure the boy has ever actually seen a box of mashed potatoes, and I feel a little teeeeensy bit proud.