I don't know... I don't know... Mom, I'm serious! Don't look too deep here for a reason I do anything cause...I don't know! I mean, asking me, a seven year old child, why I ate all that grass? It's like asking me why I throw the supplies off the back of the wagon when I'm bored. Is it to watch how stuff bounces? I mean, I can't say for sure because I don't know, but you know... I'm a kid! I basically know nothing. I'm experiencing a lot of things for the first time, and I have to figure them out through trial and error. And putting them in my mouth.
I've literally eaten everything that I've come across. When I interact with a new object, I'm gonna look at it for a little bit. I'm gonna reach out, poke it, see if it moves around. I'll pick it up, wiggle it back and forth, and then that thing goes all the way in my mouth. And if it doesn't try to get out of my mouth, it's going down the hatch. If you ask me, it's a pretty good way to do things. The other day I put a scorpion in my mouth—that guy jumped right out. I mean, he knew the rules, he played the game... I respect him for that. Maybe that grass should've done the same.