Straight from Owen

He peers at me from under his star hoody, looking like a mini-teenager. Wiping the cookie crumbs from his mouth, he asks me,

Know why I don't like cats, Mom? Because I like mice. And cats eat mice. So I don't like them.

But I like eagles. Because they eat cats. And cats eat mice.

But I don't like the animal that eats eagles.

But I like the animal that eats the animal that eats eagles.

And I? I run straight to the computer and capture it for posterity.