My 5 year old said this morning:
“Dad, I am thinking of something pink and gray and squishy. Do you know what it is?”
No son, I don’t.
“I am thinking about my brain. Isn’t that funny. I think with my brain AND I am thinking about my brain.”
This might be more profound than it seems. It sort of reminds me of the mental gymnastics I went through while reading one of my favorite books: Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid.
Meanwhile, I am thinking about my coffee.
Ciao for now.