This morning I found my son Jefferson taking his toy hammer to the Little Tikes basketball standard he'd pulled into the center of the playroom. He was watching CNN.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Hitting the statue of the bad guy."
"You're pretending the basketball standard is the statue of Saddam Hussein?"
"No, Buzz Lightyear is pretending to be the bad guy. None of my other toys would fit."
(Note Buzz trapped in the basketball net.)

When the Saddam statue finally fell, Jefferson danced along with the Iraqis. But I made him stop jumping up and down on the fallen basketball standard.