Wine-ing And Winding Down For Bed

I’m scanning items when a little boy, maybe five, helps unload the cart with surprising efficiency.

Me: “Wow, you’re such a good helper for Mommy!”

Boy: *Dead serious.* “I have to! Mommy says she has to get home for wine o’clock!”

Mom: “Oh my God! I said that as a joke, on the phone, to my friend! He must have been listening!”

Me: “Ha! Don’t worry, my little one has said way worse.”

Mom: *To her son.* “Mommy was just kidding. Wine o’clock isn’t a real time. It’s a funny, made-up time.”

Boy: “Like… bedtime?”

Mom: *To me.* “They learn fast, don’t they?”