Anyone who has lived with a small child will understand me when I say: the things that come out of their mouths! You'd think, reading this caption, that perhaps burrito-on-the-couch was a game we play with some regularity chez nous. But nope, you'd be wrong. Rather, it's something Mable turned to me and said out of a clear blue sky one day. And of course she had a very clear idea in mind of how this game, sprung into existence milliseconds before in the furnace of her brain, ought to be played. And so we did.