One of the joys of having young children around is that you can feed them all kinds of nonsense and they’ll believe it. Actually, Elanor and my dad (whom she calls Pocky) engage in imaginative play by the hour, more or less as equals — a very special grandparent-grandchild bond.

I thought you’d appreciate hearing how much we value the BBC World Service as a soporific aid here. (Many NPR stations, like ours, carry it in the wee hours.) A friend of mine told me she does the same thing.