Rooby, exiting daycare, in a tone of disappointment upon seeing our car in the parking lot: Oh. But I don’t like the car.
Me: I’m confused, because every day I show up without the car you tell me that you don’t like the bus.
Rooby: What’s “confused”?
Me: “Confused” is when you don’t understand the information that’s being presented.
Rooby: Well, you were confused because you didn’t know that I like taxis.