Clearly...

Three year old logic defies logic. The conversation this morning:

"My would like peanut butter and jelly toast for breakfast. With the jelly on the bottom."

"Why does the jelly need to go on the bottom?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because my not want to see it."

"You don't want to see it?"

"Just taste it," with a look that translates to what-part-of-this-is difficult-to-understand-crazy-lady.

So...Daddy made peanut butter and jelly toast with the jelly on the bottom, but you could still see it in streaks across the top. I pointed this out to Evan, because clearly I felt the need to poke a bear with a stick.

"NO! That not jelly! That stripes!"

Clearly...