The logic of a four year old whose favorite bedtime stories are fairy tales and legends and who therefore sees no problem with a cat with a scythe and a pink thing that is intelligent enough to write: surely if the pink thing can write, it knows what it's talking about, and surely if it says it's okay, then it means it.

"So it's fine," he says. "We can stay here until we figure out how to get home, and we can all be friends and play together."

Flawless logic.