Unbearably cute/precocious Jack-ism

Our brilliant six-year-old, like many kindergartners, brings a stuffed "cuddle toy" to school for those rare occasions when he can still be coaxed into a nap. We were hustling to get home on Friday and forgot "Tigery" (whose species can be taken as read) in Jack's cubby. The following conversation ensued at bedtime:

"But he'll be all alone in the school all weekend."
"Well, I'm sure there are probably a few other stuffed animals there — don't you think when there are no people around that they'll all play together?"

That seemed to satisfy him briefly, then...

"But he'll get hungry!"
"Oh, I don't think so. What about all that milk they keep in the refrigerator?"
"But," wailed Jack, "Tigery is lactose-intolerant!"