Smartass!

James is turning 6 tomorrow! Now, Michael and I like to screw with our kids on a daily basis. For instance, when we're going somewhere fun and the kids ask where we're going, Michael will tell them we're going to the dentist. Usually James is the voice of reason. He'll shout "NOO! We're going to the PARK, Daddy!" He says it in a tone that very obviously means Daddy is lacking vital brain cells required to understand that the idea of going to the dentist on a bright Saturday afternoon is absurd, to say the least.
So we've been messing with James' head for weeks now, asking if he's turning 26, if he's going to get his driver's license, and, perhaps the most enjoyable of all, telling him we missed his birthday-it was last week! He gets a little miffed and will state very firmly what the facts are concerning his birthday.
So you can imagine why I was scratching my head during a conversation I had on the walk to school with James today. The entire time, James was talking very matter-of-factly, as if he completely believed everything he was saying.

James: "Today is Wednesday, right?"
Me: "No, today is Tuesday."
James: "So, tomorrow is Friday, right?"
Me: (with a suspicious sideways look at him) "No, you know what comes after Tuesday..."
James: "Yeah, Friday!"
Me: "James, what's the first day of the week?"
James: "Sunday! DUH!"
Me: "What's after Sunday?"
James: "Monday, then Tuesday, then Wednesday, then Friday! Today is Wednesday, tomorrow is FRIDAY!"
Me: "James, do you have a brain injury I don't know about?"
James: (laughing) "Noooo..."
Me: "James, today is Tuesday. Tomorrow is Wednesday, December 19th. What day is that?"
James: "FRIDAY!"
Me: *screaming in frustration in the general direction of the heavens*
At this point I think that if I mess with him, he'll remember what tomorrow really is.
Me: "If tomorrow is Friday, then I guess we missed your birthday and we'll have to wait until next year!"
James: (laughing maniacly) "I was just SCREWING with you MAN!"
Me: "What?!"
James: "Today is TUESDAY! Tomorrow is WEDNESDAY! Tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY! Tomorrow I turn SIX! DUH MOMMY!"
Me: "Tomorrow you turn sixteen? You're going to get your license?"
James: *letting out an exasperated sigh* "NO! I'm turning SIX!!!!"

At that, he rides his scooter out of earshot and I am left trying to wrap my brain around how my sweet little boy just caused me to question my own sanity...and what day it is.