Until tonight. Today, we did our weekly Trader Joe's run, and as usual, Big Dog asked for "the magic cheese" to be included in our shopping. At dinner Mr. Dog brought some cheese to the table and performed his usual trick. After the cheese was devoured, and Mr. Dog left the table, Big Dog decides to inspect the "magic".
"I think I know what happens with the cheese," he says.
"Oh, the magic?" I ask.
"No, I think he starts with two pieces but one is put someplace. The he rubs the cheese on his head and shows us both of them"
"Oh, so it's not magic?" I ask.
"No. I think it's a trick," says my little detective.
When Mr. Dog returned to the table, Big Dog called him on the deception. And while he didn't confess, he did have to admit his son did a pretty good job of working it out.
Then Little Dog stepped in. "If you had two, you could rub them on your head and one would go into," dramatic pause, "your brain!" said in a spooky voice with jazz hands for added emphasis. Now that would be a trick!