My kid comes home and sees three newly wrapped Christmas presents . . .
“That’s a book,” he says, pointing at one of the presents. Then moving on to the other two: “I don’t know what that is, and I don’t know what that is. I’m on to you guys.”
“What are you on to?” I ask. “The fact that you don’t know what’s going on? You only got one thing out of three. Nice work, Sherlock Holmes.”
“The clues don’t always come all at once,” he says. “I’m a third of the way there.”