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?