Observation

Any breakfast period where -

- your daughter joins you in singing about how it's going to be so great once we attach the paraglider wings to the cat and toss her out into the winds so that she can have her way with those damn birds, once and for all

- your daughter tells you that we need a new DVD player because she's really enjoying watching reruns of West Wing, but they're not playing right, and she really wants to watch them

- your daughter not only remembers the punch line to the joke about the Green Hornet and December 8 1941, but tells it better than you do

=== well, that's gonna be a good breakfast.

HEY, BIRDS!!! DEATH FROM ABOVE!