four year old philosophy

A conversation, lying in bed with my 4 year old nephew and my mother.
He’s in the middle, and he announces that we’re the buns and he’s the pot roast.
And we said “What!?”
And he says, “Alright, I’m the hamburger and you’re the buns.”
So, Mom announces that I’m going to make them donuts in the morning—lots and lots of donuts. And that she’s going to eat them all. And he says, “You can’t do that.”
And Mom says, “Why not?”
And he says, “Because I want to eat them all.”
Mom says, “No, I’m going to eat all of them.”
“No, I’m going to…”
Mom tickles him and says that she’s eating all of the donuts.
He pauses for a second and says, “This is a food fight.”
And then, we can’t stop laughing:
He says, topping it off, “Scoot over you buns….”