(Reed) "Mama, I want to give Carlisle a high five."
(me) "Okay honey, but I don't think most kitties like high fives."
(Reed) "Yeah. Or maybe he's just scared that I'm large."
"Mom! Those clouds over there are pink!! Maybe they have pink rain. [Then, after some thought....] Maybe they have pink rain, and it would rain and be paint, and we could paint."