For me, it's been liberating to put myself in the mind of a fictitious six year-old each day, and rediscover my own curiosity. I've been amazed at how one idea leads to others if I allow my mind to play and wander.

Verbing weirds language.

Calvin: Why are you crying mom? Mom: I'm cutting up an onion. Calvin: It must be hard to cook if you anthrpomorphisize your vegetables.

Specifically, I’d like to debate whether cannibalism ought to be grounds for leniency in murders, since it’s less wasteful.

Leader, bandits at 2 o'clock! Roger; it's only 1:30 now-what'll I do 'til then?

If good things lasted forever, would we appreciate how precious they are?

Few things are less comforting than a tiger who's up too late.