I asked Gideon tonight (as I often ask): "Are you my baby boy?" Tonight's answer was "No, because I'm not a baby." "Oh?" I remarked, "How do you know that you're not a baby?" His answer was unmistakeable: "God told me that I'm not a baby."
That one's going to be pretty hard to argue with, I guess. When you really want to bolster your case, appeal to authority!
Oh, ten seconds later, our little boy who isn't a baby any more had dropped all his words and was trying to tell me something by pointing, making noises, and using hand gestures. Not a baby, indeed! What baby could possibly speak such complicated languages?