NOPE.

Slugs and snails and puppy dog tails, that's what little boys are made of.

Oh, Savanth. Even in your teeny-tiny spats, she just doesn't want to hug you. I think it's because you don't fit in your tiny sailor outfit anymore.

(Shortly after he named the frog Maurice and went on an adventure with him. It didn't seem to bother him that the frog was, in fact, dead. But very few things matter to 5-year-olds.)

(Decided I did not like the grain... lul.)