Puppy runs through the house, shrieking, "Ow-uh-ow-uh-ow-uh-ow-uh!"
"Buddy!" says I. "What's going on? Why the yelling?"
He stops moving. He ponders. And ponders some more. Then finally turns to me and says, "I need to think about it more. But it has something to do with dragons."
I'm totally tucking that response away for the next time someone asks me a question I'm just not sure how to answer.