Picking my son up at Kindergarten today, we casually chatted with an older boy in the stairwell. He had a super-cool toy, which I'm at a loss to describe since it involved numbers and moving blocks around and I knew from the second I saw it that I would not be able to do it.

Moving on.

My son asked, "How do the numbers stay on? Are there magnets in there?"

"No," said stairwell boy, "they are just in there and you'd have to break it to get them out."

"But we wouldn't want to do that, would we?" I asked.

"But," interjected my son, "if you have a man at your house, he can fix it!"

Men. Good for something!