Here is yet another example to illustrate that my 4-year-old son D- has been cursed with the same obsession with semantics that has thus far defined my time on this earth. This conversation took place at the park after I picked him up from his second day of preschool:
Me: So, did you learn any of the other kids' names today?
D-: Yeah... I think I knew some but now I forget.
Me (only slightly incredulous): So you don't know any of the kids' names in your class yet?
D- (immediately, and eagerly): Yes I do! D----... that's me.
I had to thank him for sticking that clarification in there at the end, because as awkward as it was, I had completely forgotten his name just that afternoon, so his point had gone right over my head.*
* Now that he's mastered semantics, the next lesson is Sarcasm.**
** And then Footnotes.