if i'd just told him most of his toys came from there, it would have made sense a lot quicker

Oldest Son - "Mom, look at this. This color is called 'Vet nab.'"

Increasingly Aging Mother - "What??"

OS - "Look. It's called 'vet nab.'"

IAM (Sasha Fierce): "What??"

OS - "How would anyone know a vet nab is red, anyway?"

IAM (Iron Man) - "The better question might be 'What's a vet nab?'"

Youngest Son, stage left - "A vet nabs dogs! And cats, too, but I think they mostly nab dogs."

IAM (a believer) - "Heh...good one, youngest son!"

OS - "So this is a color for vets? Why do vets need their own color?"

IAM (what I am) - "I have no idea what you're talking about."

OS - "LOOK!"

IAM (the walrus) - "Vietnam. Honey, it says 'Vietnam.'"

OS - "What does 'Vietnam' mean?"

IA (making a note to call the optomotrist) - "..."

OS - "..."

IAM (amazed) - "It means that colored pencil was made in Vietnam."

OS - "..."

IAM (speechless) - "Really??"

OS - "..."

IAM (now stunned) - "Vietnam. It's a country, not a color."

OS - "Oh."

IAM (did I mention stunned?) - "Oh, it is so good that school starts next week..."