Hate

While I was loading the dishwasher, Zack ran up to me and we had this conversation.
"Mom!"

"Yea Bud."

"I hate owies."

"That is a good thing to hate."

"I hate bees too."

"I don't like bees either."

"I don't hate bears."

"Okay."

"I don't hate some gorillas. I hate giraffes. I don't hate rhinos. I hate hippos."

"Well, okay."

"So, Mom, you hate bees too? Cool." And off he ran. I wish I knew what was going through his head somedays.