"Mom, know what you say all the time?"
"No, buddy. What do I say all the time?"
I turned from the dishwasher to see him cock his head slightly to the right. "You say, 'You don't say!'"
I'm sure his impression of me was not far off. I could picture myself cocking my head similarly and laughed. "Do I?"
"Yep. Why do you say that?"
Shaking my head, I turned back to unload another glass. "I don't know, bud. I guess I just do."
"You know who else says that? That lady in the Chocolate and the Factory. You know...not the girl. But the girl's Mom. That one naughty girl who turns into a big blueberry?" He was coloring at the table with the fervor that only a five-year-old can have. "I think we should have blueberries for dinner. Like blueberry pancakes? That would be good."
I shook my head as I recalled the line from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and realized he was right. About the line, and the pancakes.
"You don't say."