Spies.

Dutch is reading over my shoulder as I type this. Things are getting dangerous around here - we can't leave books/magazines/notes/etc. lying around unless we want to explain them to a 6-year-old. Leaving aside stuff that's risque in any way (oh, Susan Elizabeth Phillips - to the high shelves you must go!), there's plenty of printed matter out there that I just don't want to be interrogated about.

Right, Dutch?

Like... war. Or... natural disasters. Or... the role of women in Hollywood. Or... death. Or... birth. Or... marriage. Or... well, really anything that requires more than a few sentences of discussion. Which kind of means everything interesting. Damnit, we need a professional tutor on hand.

Right, Dutch? It's time for you to go to bed now. GO TO BED!!!