Dove

Recently I realized just how much we assume and have as inherited information as adults.  An interaction I had with Isaac recently proves this to me.

Isaac and Ethan's bath process started getting long, like two hours long.  There was, of course, lots of running around crazy and plenty of nakedness.  But we have decided to split them up and Isaac now takes a shower.  As I am in the bathroom one night, assuring that he doesn't fart around for 40 minutes, we had this conversation:

Isaac: Dad, where is the soap you use?

ME: Just use the tear free soap.

Isaac: No, I don't use that soap anymore.  Its kid soap.

ME: It is fine, just use it.

Isaac: Listen, I just want the Dove soap.

Here, let me insert a pronunciation guide: Isaac calls the soap Dove, as in "He dove off a cliff..."

ME: Isaac I think it is pronounced "DUV" not "Dove"

Isaac:  Dad, that makes no sense.  Why would they name a soap after a stinky bird.

ME:  It is supposed to be calming...

Isaac: I don't get it.  Pass me the Dove.

ME: Do you even know which one is the Dove? 

Isaac: Yeah, it is the one with the bird on it.

Ugh.  I am so dumb.  There is so much in this conversation that is really just a clash between inherited knowledge and earned knowledge.

And yes, we now call it Dove as in dove off a clip.