Obviously, I am the one who's slow.

Blake brings this thing to me and says, "Your turn, Mom!"

It was a brown base to some toy, and a chip from Barnyard Bingo. I wasn't sure what "my turn" entailed, but I took a chance and tossed the chip in. Blake said, "Good job! My turn." He took his turn and said, "Yay! I got a three." So, I pretended to play along and when my chip landed, I said, "Yay! I got a four." He said, "No, Mom. You got a cow." And he was right. This is how it landed: