Ian Shaw returned and high-fived Naomi Kenway happily. "Mom, we get to live in the small bamboo house!"
Naomi's eyes crinkled with joy. "Son, I can't believe we have such similar taste. We really are mother and son!" She then asked, "Ian, why do you like the small bamboo house?"
Naomi wanted to understand every single one of her son's preferences.
Unexpectedly, Ian Shaw replied, "Because Mommy likes it!"
Naomi was stunned. "Because I like it?"
Ian Shaw nodded vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation, as if seeking praise. "Does Mommy like it?"
"I do." Naomi bent down and pulled Ian Shaw into her arms. "Silly boy, Mommy let you choose so you could live in a house you like. Why did you just follow my preference?"
"If Mommy likes it, Ian likes it!"
Naomi smiled, but she couldn't remember saying she liked House #4 or anything like that. 'So how did Ian notice?'
"Ian, how could you tell that Mommy liked House #4?"
