“Mom! Come look out here!” Bayboh has suddenly noticed the apple tree, which has been blooming for at least a week.
I, busy at the sink, tell him, “Yes, I know,” but he insists. “No! Come! Look!”
He has several questions about this blooming miracle and as I give several answers, his understanding grows until he can proclaim the truth as he has grasped it, but with the loud intonation of a very skeptical question, to make sure I know that even if he does believe me it is a very extremely surprising thing to believe, “We’re going to grow apples on our flower tree?!”