Last night at the fine Italian restaurant La Nonna (warning, flash page wth stupid camera-shutter noise) two humorous things ocurred. One, Zoe can actually read now and said "Oh my God restaurants are so expensive!!!" with genuine horror. Which, yeah, pretty much. Which is why we don't eat there all the time, but my kids have no doubt eaten in expensive restaurants approximately 500 times as often as I had at their age, and are generally rather blase about things like that. This restaurant used to have wild boar ragu with penne, which the girls loved and would split. They removed it, and there was nothing perfect for a while, but they have now insituted a one free pizza per child policy (of a reasonable, thin, 8-inch in diameter pizza) and have oxtail ragu with pappardelle, making for the perfect combination, since Violet and I can split pasta and John can eat Violet's pizza. House-made pappardelle, they are super-tender and good. Secondly, somehow it came up that I didn't know what Kirby Krackle was. Zoe turned to me with perfect seriousness and said, "have you read Kirby's 'The Demon'"? I was dying but, what could I say but yes? And it turned out Kirby Krackle is perfectly obvious and I would have figured it out myself eventually, but to have a 9-year-old be like, Mom, you know, in the spash page of the Demon Etrigan?, where...etc. A child of mine! I told John he is raising cute girls that will break the hearts of nerds of whatever gender, but he seems OK with that. I guess the only way it could have been worse would have been if it were Devil Dinosaur.