Apropos of my previous post, two stories about my weird, wonderful children.

First, I have a "convertible laptop"--the screen swivels and folds to transform it into a "Tablet PC." My two-year-old son likes to color pictures in "tablet mode." This morning, as I was configuring the laptop for his use, he made the "transforming sound" from the Transformers cartoon. Could a father be more proud?

Second, my four-year-old daughter loves Super Mario Galaxy. This morning she is pretending to be the "Fire-Dino Pirhana" (the big plant boss at the end of the level). Aprilynne made German pancakes. My daughter referred to them as "people pancakes," as that is what dino-pirhanas naturally eat. She was glad to devour the "people skin" and also thanked my wife for taking out all the blood. She did insist, however, that the people pancakes had only been made with bad people. I'm reasonably certain that this was not intended as a commentary on Germans, but only because (despite her delightful German great-grandmother) I do not think my daughter knows what "German" means.

Should we conduct a cannibal intervention?