My oldest son, who is brilliant (which is how I describe all my children), was talking to my mother one night before bed, about camping. He was asking her if she could come with us on our camping trip. She said she’d have to see. Then he asked if she could buy him a shotgun. She asked, “Why do you need a shotgun?” Good question, I thought. “Because we might need to shoot some reindeer for food.” All deer are reindeer to my son. So my mother said some other stuff and then after some time went by he asked, “Where does steak come from?” “Cows,” was her reply. He thought about this, then said, “We might have to shoot some cows too.” My mother then explained that cows were owned by farmers and you couldn’t go on someone’s land shoot their cows. That you could only shoot wild animals that run around and people don’t own. So my son ponders this for about a second then replied, “Then we’ll have to find some wild cows to shoot.” There is no problem so great that a seven year old boy can’t find a solution. Like I said, brilliant.