My niece came to visit this week. For a three-year-old, she has developed quite a resourceful vocabulary, especially when it comes to expressing anger. There was one point when she singled out a bic pen as her latest foe. Summoning up all her fury, she thundered:

"I want that pen... because I hate it. I am going to throw it out of the window. And then, I am going to pick it up and throw it into the sea!" By sea, she meant the lake that was visible from the window.

She's smart too. To the question, "are you a clown?" she shot back, "no, I am not a clown because I do not know how to juggle." Aristotle couldn't have said it better himself.

It's good to know she's on my side.