No Saturday morning drone

This morning, Younger Son (naturally) is watching Saturday morning cartoons when he sees a TV commercial for Go-Tarts, "the portable Pop-Tart".
You know, the one with the girl who answers the door to find an unattractive boy waiting to take her on a date. She looks wistfully at her traditional PopTart which is obviously the *only* reason she is still rooted in the doorway. Suddenly, her PopTart turns into a GoTart (basically, a smaller PopTart), and she is finally able to run out the back door to freedom.
This is the conversation we had about it:

He: I don't think they did that commercial very well.
Me: Why?
He: One, because you can run with a PopTart, same as a GoTart. Two, because when she got farther down the road, she stopped running to eat it!


I love the way that kid thinks!