Miscellaneous.

• Lemon Pez taste like Lemon Pledge.

• Kids will say ANYTHING that pops into their minds. We were at Wendy's for lunch today, and a teenage boy with a spiked Mohawk walked in. Unfortunately, he sat down at a table right next to us (Luc was watching him with fascination, and I knew that we were in trouble).
  
  "Supernanny!" he said. "Why does that boy have tall hair?"
  
  A lady sitting nearby kind of choked on her drink.
  
  "And why is it so pointy? It looks like the sun." (He was referring to the "rays" of the sun, I assume, because his hair wasn't orange or yellow or something.)
  
  I'm mortified, of course. "Luc," I hissed. "We'll talk about it in the car. But right now, please don't say anything or you might hurt his feelings."
  
  We had a really close call at the supermarket earlier this week, too. We turned into an aisle and saw an extremely large man standing there.
  
  "Supernanny!!" Luc said. (Oh God no, I was thinking.) "That man is REALLY --"
  
  GOD NO SHUT UP.
  
  "--strong!!!"