This morning I was in the den, reading my newspaper whilst sitting on the ol' rocking chair. Olivia, who was busy doing her standard morning Tasmanian Devil impression, spun her tornado over to me and suddenly said, "Daddy! Whas that?" and tapped on the opposite side of the page I was reading.

I looked, and saw a very large chart, some sort of oil company ad trying to explain which countries are getting their bazillions of profits, and how much. I was trying to frame the whole thing into the standard six-words-or-less that her current attention span allows when suddenly she said, "Daddy! That's a pie chart!"

"Why yes, Olivia, that's exactly what it is."

She nodded once emphatically, said "right," then spun off into the kitchen looking for a juice box.

Ellen, sensing an easy point, immediately chimed in, "what, do you think she's stupid?"