Since birth, cherub 3 has been literal. I have written before about times when he followed the letter of ourwords...to the t...making us feel as though we were in an Amelia Bedelia story (water the Xmas tree-splash, feed the fish-throws quarter in). The most recent case:
Hubby & cherub 3 making dinner. Hubby seasons broccoli and wraps in tinfoil.
Hubby: Cherub 3, can you put the broccoli on the grill?
Cherub 3 heads outside, opens tinfoil and painstakingly places each little piece of broccoli on the grill.
Hubby painstakingly removes tiny pieces of burnt broccoli from grill.
Sidebar: Not even thinking about WHY hubby asked my 8 year old to go outside without him and place something on the grill? Really?