Duh!?

It seems my parents acquired a fussball (and yes, I googled for the correct spelling) table for the lakehouse. I called to check in yesterday and my precious nephew, Tim (age 5), answered. Launching directly into an excited description of the aforementioned table, our conversation went something like this:

[Brrrring!]
Tim: Hello?
Me: Hi! Is this Tim?
Tim: We got a table!
Me: A table?
Tim: Yeah it's got a game on it!
Me: What sort of game?
Tim: A game for grownups - you could play!!
[not sure if he knows he's talking to his FABULOUS aunt Heather at this point, I ask]
Me: Do you know who I am?
Tim: A grown up. (duh?!)

Some eye candy for you - so sweet they hurt!