Ten year old logic is fuzzy, at best. Ten year old BOY logic leaves a mother shaking her head. I mean, what’s up with shoving all the shorts and t-shirts that don’t fit you, along with 15 plastic hangers, into one of three drawers you have for your clothes only to then stash all your good t-shirts and hoodies underneath your bed? Seriously. This child perplexes me.

He, of course, seems to have a reason for everything. Not that any of them make much sense. Witness this encounter.

Me: (assembling the infrastructure of a plastic storage box). . . “Let me get this straight. You took this box apart because the big spools of thread wouldn’t fit in the box if the infrastructure for the compartments remained?”

Boy Wonder: “Right!”

Me: “Did you ever consider using this box for all your small sewing notions and leaving the big spools of thread in the wood organizer I gave you?”

Boy Wonder: “But you have the wood organizer! You took it, remember?”

Me: “Right, I took it after you emptied and left it on your floor… I mean, did you ever consider using it BEFORE you disassembled your plastic storage box?”

Boy Wonder: “But I wanted it all to fit in one box.”

Me: (exasperated, because what’s up with the all or nothing logic?) “Pffft! You and your father! Black and white thinkers, I tell you.”

Boy Wonder: “I don’t really think in Black and White, you know. I’m more of a Sepia Thinker.”

And this is the REAL reason we call him Boy Wonder: he leaves his mother wondering where he gets this stuff.