Me (to the punk): "Look at that robin eating that big worm!"
Punk: "I'm gonna eat that worm."
Me: "What do you think a worm tastes like?"
Punk: "It tastes like chicken!"
A few minutes later, I was feeding the basher and explaining to the punk how a mama robin feeds her babies. He told me that when he is a robin, he will feed his babies like that. I asked him what else he will do when he is a robin. Without skipping a beat, he pointed to the TV remotes on the mantel (out of his reach) and said, "I will fly up there and catch those remotes!"