Was singing Rudolph to Chago last night (yes, I know, it was technically still November, but I guess I'm just as excited as they are for the season to begin so I'm just a big softie about these things) and we got to the end of the song - "you'll go down in hiiiisssttttoooory" when Chago says, "Who's story, Mom? Rudolph's?"
"What story, Bubba?"
"HIS!" he says. "Do they mean Rudolph?"
"Oh, no, Papa," I explain. "It's history not HIS story."
"Well then, what's history?" he asks, "because all my life I thought it was HIS story."
"Well, it's all the things that have happened in the past," I begin.
"So," he glances sideways at me with that now familiar look of condescension on his face, "how is that different?"