I think our long-running Bewildering Conversations with a Four-Year-Old feature is going to be replaced by Dispiriting Conversations with a Five-Year-Old. Yesterday in the car:

Dylan: There’s nothing in the world more favorite than two things: playing Time Bandit and watching Land Before Time videos.
Me: Aw, I thought your favorite things would be me and Mom and Kate.
Dylan: Oh yeah. Well, you’re one of them.

Wow, right up there with The Land Before Time XI: Invasion of the Tinysauruses.

I was in L.A. again on Friday and the hotel desk clerk was very effusive about the room I’d happened to land. “This is where Tim Robbins stays when he’s here!” he said. Wow! Sleeping in Tim Robbins’s bed! I looked forward to seeing what said bed would look like. Would it be unusually long, to accommodate the tall, tall Shawshank star? Would there be Zathura sheets? Susan Sarandon’s picture on the nightstand? Sadly, as it turned out, there wasn’t anything particularly Tim-Robbinsy about it at all. What a rip.