Roan (with existential confusion, first thing in the morning): Mama, why can’t I see my face? Why?
Lavina: Well, that’s why we have mirrors. You need your eyes to see, and they’re on your face, so you have to look in a mirror to see your face.
Roan: Why do I have to do it like that?
Lavina: Uh…
Raising Roan 