"Do you hear that?", Dylan asks. "It's the wind... it's talking to me."
We humor him, as we would any child, "Oh yeah? What's it saying?"
He then looks at us arrogantly and condescendingly- "I don't know. I don't speak wind."
He turns back to his plate and continues on with his meal.
With that, we all pretty much just shut the f*ck up because the kid is right... he totally doesn't speak wind and neither do we.
You just can't treat em like kids anymore.