From the Mouths of the Baby Goats

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.