Jesse and I had appointments with the eye doctor this weekend. As Jesse sat in the examination chair, he started twitching and jumping around. "I'm in the electric chair," he announded. The optometrist started laughing. "This is what happens," I told him, "when you let your 8-year-old listen to NPR in the car." I explained that Jesse had heard a news report on NPR about the recent challenges in several states against lethal injection, and, of course, it led to a conversation about execution methods. The optometrist was cracking up. I just told my intern here this story and she reminded me of the time that Jesse was watching The History Channel one morning. I walked in the living room to find my sweet, darling child drawing a swastika. "Look, mom!" he said showing it me proudly. "These guys were holding signs with this on it." I do not enjoy having to explain the holocaust so early in the morning, and Jesse doesn't get to watch The History Channel unsupervised any more.