First day of Preschool

Today was Owen's first day of preschool and, as always, I can count on him to say something profound. Here is the conversation we had as I was helping him get his shoes on before we left.
O: "I'm still going to preschool, right?"
me: "Right."
O: "Because I'm still little, right?"
me: "Right."
O: "But I've just got big feet, right?"
me: "Right."
Profound because it is so true (the kid wears a size 13 at age 3) and he is just so matter-of-fact about it. Little kid-big feet= perfect sense.
And this was the conversation we had after he got home.
me: "So, how was school?"
O: "It was great!"
me: "What did you do?"
O: "Ate cheetos."
me: "Anything else?"
O: " Played with a girl. The brand new girl in my class and she said, 'I love you Owen.'"
me: "Are you sure?"
O: "Yep, I'm sure, she really said it."
me: "Who did you sit by in class?"
O: "The new girl...she was nice to me." (big smile on his face)
me: "What did you learn about today?"
O: "Bunny rabbits."
me: "Cool. And what was your favorite thing you did today?"
O: "Play outside."
me: "Are you excited to be back at school again?"
O: "Ya."
me: "Did you miss me?"
O: "No, (more like "nnnnoooooooo") ...did you miss me?"
me: "Yes."
O: "O.k. I guess I missed you too."