Turnabout if fair play

The end of 2 of 7 weeks of babysitting, and here I am, still alive -- tired a bit more than normal, but still here, still functioning, still having fun with Mr. B. He's upstairs right now watching Umpa shave, so I thought I'd do some quick blogging. Mr. B has a habit of asking questions that he already knows the answer to. Such as, "Is your car red, Umma?" "Is Umpa's car white?" "Is Joey a Cat?" etc. Since the level of non-stop conversation around here sometimes makes my brain ache, I've been trying to work with him on this habit, and I will nicely say, "You're asking me a question you already know the answer to." We've also been learning names of vegetables and taste-testing them (in my continued effort to get him to eat better). We taste-tested tomatoes, green peppers, red peppers, lettuce, carrots, celery and cucumbers one day, and the next day I got out the same vegetables to make a salad out of the ones he liked when he taste-tested them. When we got to the celery, I said, "What vegetable is this?" to which he replied, "Umma, you're asking me a question you already know the answer to." Turnabout is fair play, I guess.