This morning at breakfast, my four-year-old, Gus, said, "Mom, I bet you already know what I'm going to get you for your birthday."

"Actually, I have no idea, Gus."

He rolled his eyes. "Yes you do."

"No, I really don't."

"It's something you really, really want."

"I can't wait."

"Actually? It's three things!"

"Three things?"

"Guess what they are."

"Well, let me think. Three things that I really, really--"

"I'll just tell you. It's a pretty princess dress-up suit. A Barbie. And some wine."

HOW DID HE KNOW?