Lars is home sick today. In between trips to the bathroom, he and approximately 37 stuffed friends are installed in the living room, watching TV while I work in the den. "Mama? I want the R-O-S-E-T-T-A Stone," he calls.
"You want the Rosetta Stone? Why?"
"Because I want to learn new languages!"
"All of them." He'll be a handy guy in hockey locker rooms.