Girls are Grandma's and Cait Cait is not an "ant"

This was our conversation tonight at supper: Brandon: "That was good soup momma." Brooks: " She is not your momma, she is mine!" Brandon: " Who is my momma?" Brooks: "You don't have one." Brandon: "Yes I do." Brooks: "A grandma? Girls are grandma's!" Brandon: "Yes, she is your grandma. Who is she?" Brooks: "Boo" Brandon: " That is one of your grandma's. Who lives in Ft. Worth?" Brooks: "Gigi" Brandon: " Gigi is my momma and Boo is your momma's mom." Brooks: " I have a grandpa too, Pawpaw. Poppi lives in Ft. Worth." Brandon: " What is Cait Cait?" Brooks: "She is a grandma - all girls are grandma's!" Brandon: "No, Cait Cait is not your grandma, she is your aunt." Brooks: " NOOOOOOOOO, Cait Cait does not crawl." (as he moves his fingers like a bug crawling on the ground) The mind of a child..... I wish I could think like this sometimes :)