Q: Whats that Momma? Whats that? (pointing)
Me: That is a mouse.
Q: No its not, no its not (shaking his head)! (see earlier post)
Me: Yes it is. It is a mouse -- the whole book is about mice -- it is a mouse.
Q: No its not, its a moose.
Me: A moose? No, its is mouse.
Q: No its not (yelling adamantly) its a moose! A moose!
Me: What makes you think this is a moose?
Q: Its a moose. A moose. 'Cause Daddy said it was. Its a moose.
Me: Its a mouse. (At this point I tried to turn the page because I knew I was losing this battle, but he refused to allow me to turn the page and instead pointed at the mouse again.)
Q: Momma, whats that? (pointing at the same controversial mouse)
Me: Quentin, it is a mouse, a mouse, a mouse.
Q: No its not Momma -- its a moose. (He was trying to get me to admit it was indeed a moose.)
Later he declared that a particular star in his book "was not working".