"You was wrong, gramma" Darius said with a grin. A grin of self-satisfaction. And he was right. I was wrong.
I had the plastic garbage bin in the kitchen turned over so no one would use it because we were out of garbage bags. Darius turned it over so I explained why I wanted it upside down. He reached for the drawer where the bags are kept. "I'll get it, gramma."
"No, Darius. We don't have any garbage bags. That's why I have the bin turned over." And I closed the drawer.
That's when I had the idea to show him... to show him there were no garbage bags in the drawer. You know where this is going, right? I moved a couple of items and there was the box containing a couple of garbage bags.
I turned to Darius and said with wonder "Hey, you were right! And I was wrong!" His eyebrows went up just a bit and a sly grin slid across his face. He doesn't hear that often, cause you know, I'm seldom if ever wrong. Right? Never mind.
Anyway, it has pleased him beyond measure that I was wrong and he was right.
"Stick with me, kid. You'll be right a lot of times."