"What dat, Jack?" Daniel waggles a finger at some point above my head. I'm trying to settle him down for the night but he's not making this easy.
I look to where he's pointing. "The light?"
"No. Not da light!" He's waggles his finger again. "Dat!"
I look again. "Just the light, buddy. Nothing to get all excited about."
"Noooo. Dat! Dat! What's dat, Jack?"
"The wall? Your Sponge Bob picture? What? Come on, Daniel, give me a clue here."
"Dat, dat, daaaat!"
I give up. The kid is obviously seeing something I'm not. "What is it?"
"My finger!"
Oy!