In the lobby of my building, we were waiting for an elevator. OC asked me, "Which one to you think will come fiwst, mama?"
There are three elevators. I pointed to the one in the middle.
"What about you, which do you think will come first?" I asked her. She thought for a minute, and then said, "All of them."
When the elevator showed up, it happened to be the middle one.
OC exclaimed, "We were both right!"