Memory Lane: How Can I Miss You If You Won't Go Away? Edition

[6:00 am, I awaken to an enormous pair of blue eyes staring seriously into mine.]

J: Mom!

Me: Mrph?

J: Why you come back from your trip?

Me: Well, sweetie, because we missed you.

J: Yeah, I miss you too. When you go another trip?

Me: Um, I don't know ...

J: When you come back your next trip, you gonna bring me FOUR presents!

Me: Um, no, we'll probably bring you just one present, just like this time.

J [triumphantly, as though playing a trump card]: No! You gonna bring me FOUR, because I FOUR years old!

Me: Well, that's certainly some kind of logic.