And There Is No Spoon

(We’ve been looking after my ten-year-old nephew for a couple of days. When he’s here we get him to feed our three cats. Monday morning he feeds the cats and I walk past him while he’s doing so.)

Nephew: “I am the boy who feeds cats.”

Me: “Yep.”

(I go into the bathroom.)

Nephew: “I am the boy who feeds cats. To feed the cats you must be the cats. To feed the cats you must be the cats.”

(I come out of the bathroom to find him on all fours next to the cats, pretending to eat from a bowl.)

Me: “What are you doing?”

Nephew: “To feed the cats you must be the cats…”