Surrounded by clusters of Legos, Robb and the boys built things for one another to play with and/or destroy. Robb presented a finely crafted masterpiece, with multiple colors, layers, and the appearance of flight.
"Hey, Tyler, look at the cool airplane I built for you."
"Oh, wow, Daddy! That's a great pirate ship!"
"No, Tyler, it's an airplane."
"No, it's a pirate ship. See? It shoots right here."
"No, it's an airplane."
"Oh... an airplane? I think it's a dinosaur."
"Tyler, I built it. I know what it is. It's a very cool airplane. See?" And with great fluorish and grandiose sweeping, he put its abilities on display.
"Oh! A flying dinosaur! That's so great, Daddy!"
"It's an airplane."
"It's a dinosaur. On a pirate ship."
Robb gave up, knowing truth in his heart. And because it didn't appear that Tyler intended to.