Walking to school this morning, we were discussing Kevin's upcoming marathon, which caused Owen to fondly recall when he and I went to cheer on Uncle Dave in 2010. (Naturally, what Owen actually cherishes about that experience was getting to play NBA Live on my phone while we waited for Dave to run by.) Henry said he didn't remember that at all, so I explained that he was just a baby and so of course wouldn't remember it. Henry then started chattering on about how many brains you would need to remember everything that ever happened in your life. I said somewhere between 3 and 76, he countered with "twenty two hundred." He then launched into a completely nonsensical riff about what would happen if your brain just kept growing and growing and how you could never go to the bathroom until your brain popped. Brendan declared, "I need TWO brains just to understand what you're talking about!" And Owen whispered to me, "I have NO idea what he's talking about." I agreed, and Owen then whisper-suggested that we "just smile and nod until it's over." Hee. Hank, unsurprisingly, was unphased.