Early Morning Faulty Logic

James and I were talking about something–him perkily, me with my usual groggy growl. The point of discussion wasn’t all that important, since it devolved quickly into “Bet you I can!” “Bet you you can’t.” (We’re so mature.)

James: “Well, there’s no way to prove it, so my theory must be correct!

Ursula: “What are you, a creationist? Just because you can’t prove or disprove it, it doesn’t mean it’s true!”

James: (breaking into song) “It’s…my theory, that’s my theory, like no theory I knoooow! So it…must…be…riiiiiiight…”

Ursula: (incoherent noises into coffee)

It’s still not as bad as the time he made me look something up in the Geneva Convention before breakfast.

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