I had conversation with Rusty the other day about our cat, Hunter (the big, fat orange one).
I asked him, “If Hunter’s name is Hunter, what does he hunt?’
Rusty easily replied, “Cat food.”
Okay.
So I asked Rusty where Hunter goes hunting for his food.
No thinking necessary, he said,
“In the laundry room.”
There you go. Don’t argue with a 4 year old.