If you're a parent you should know the movie The Wild. If you haven't seen it, first go here, and choose the clip titled "Curling." Go on. We'll wait. The story won't make sense without it.

Olivia can't get enough of the movie. She's probably seen it four times in the past five days. Which has led to some... interesting... behavior.

The other day I was in the kitchen feeding the cats and here she comes jogging up with my swiffer broom in both hands. For those who don't know what that is, here's a much earlier picture of The Princess in action with it.

"Mama! I need the turtle!"

"Why?"

"I play game with him!" And then she started scooting the swiffer across the floor with a huge smile on her face.

Then I realized what she really wanted to do was use him as a curling disc in the kitchen, on the tile floor. Just like the turtles in the movie are used for...

"No Olivia, you can't use Om for that!"

"But MAMA! I need the turtle to play the game!"

"No! We do not use turtles as hockey pucks in this house!"

Scott, being ever so helpful, then said from the living room, "actually, they're not pucks, they're stones."

Olivia then tried her divide-and-conquer approach. "Daddy! I need the turtle to play! Could you get him for me?"

"No Olivia, no turtles."

"Please?"

The whole time Om just sat in his pen, with this "oh hell no" expression on. Well, from what we could see anyway. He wisely stayed inside his shell.

"No Olivia, no turtles."

Whereapon she harumpfed mightily and, in patented three-year-old fashion, got distracted and forgot about the whole thing.

Hopefully Om will forget about it too. I gave him a slice of strawberry just in case.