This morning, as my beautiful and sexy wife and I were lazing in bed, avoiding getting up and starting the day, our two wild beasts, by which I mean “children,” climbed (inevitably) into bed with us and started acting rambunctiously. I called them the beasts that they are, which my five-year-old son thought was hilarious, and so he proceeded to describe himself, dramatically, as a beast.
“I’m bigger than a house!” he growled, “Bigger than a temple!”
I tensed immediately and sat up. Where did that come from? I asked curtly, “What do you mean, a temple?”
“You know,” he replied “like the temple of Zeus and Hera.”
I smiled and relaxed and settled back down into my pillow. Mission accomplished.
Sailing to Byzantium 