Olivia, while we were sitting on the couch Sunday watching an episode of Mythbusters, observed, "Daddy! That's a skelington!"

"Yes, that's right! And you have a skeleton inside you, too."

She shook her head gravely and replied, "No daddy, I'm not a skelington. I'm a little girl."

"That's right Olivia, but you have a skeleton inside you."

She then got a so-close-it's-scary version of her mom's patented "must talk slowly to the retarded husband" look on her face and said in very crisp tones, "daddy, that is skelington. I am Olivia."

So I tossed a wad of play-dough at her.

Oh come on. It's play-dough. She threw it back! Well, sort of. I got it out of the cat's hair before Ellen got home, at any rate.