A funny story (or Gramma is not smarter than a 3 year old)

Sunday I picked up medicine for my grandson who is 3. This is the conversation that happened when I delivered it:

Me: I have Bryson's medicine
Bryson: Connor's medicine
Me: no it is Bryson's medicine
Bryson: Connor's medicine
Me: I am pretty sure it is for Bryson
Bryson: Connor's medicine
Me (in my head): I gave them Bryson's name and birthday when I picked this up right? Yes I am sure I did. 
Me (to my daughter who was in the kitchen): Who is this medicine for?
Daughter: Bryson

​All I could do was laugh. 
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