Impeccable logic

Sammy and I are driving home last night, past the Japanese restaurant we all like, when I start to hear some whining from the back seat.

“I want sushi.  Sushi is the only thing that will make me feel better.”

“Feel better?  What’s wrong?” I ask.  “Why do you feel bad?”

“I feel bad,” he says, “because it’s been so long since I’ve had sushi.”

What kind of five-year-old comes up with logic like that?