C'sa Logic

This morning I overheard the following conversation between Mr. Clean and C'sa my all knowing 4 year old...

C'sa: "Look Daddy, I found my gloves" (they were lost in her room after she and her sister decided to play, "Dirty Jobs" with them...)

Mr. Clean: "Great baby, now go and put them in your drawer" (in the hall closet) C'sa: "But Daaaaaddd, I want to play with them!"

Mr. Clean: "I know Baby, but then you will lose them again and won't be able to find them when you need them."

C'sa (eyes rollin' hard, obviously exasperated): "I will find them Dad... they will be on my hands (duh...)!"