On the short drive to school this morning the boys were planning for battle. "Will there be swords?" Mojo asked. "Yes, and shields and spears," Cookie replied. I barely listened as they went through a seemingly encyclopedic inventory of ancient armaments... until I heard Cookie say, "and I'm going to use upchucks."

We decided that there should be such a weapon called upchucks. Our cat Killer used to wield that weapon with finesse (once puked down the roller of my dot-matrix printer -- just to teach me a lesson).