This is what I get for telling him something is not an "option"

"Uh, Mom? Can you give me an option?" asks Xander (using his serious, deep, big-boy voice).

Bewildered, but wanting to see where this is going to go, I say, "Sure honey, what kind of option do you want?"

"Uh, a red one, not a black one."

"Oh, okay, sure."

"Thanks!" and then he walks out of the room.

I am still stunned.