Firstborn rang me last night...

FB: You won't believe what Dace is doing at the moment.

JF: Suprise me.

FB: He's rebuilding Area 51 in my house.

Dace (in the background): But without the aliens!

JF: OK, that did it. I'm surprised.

True... Dace has decided his house is now Area 51. He has festooned the walls with hand-drawn security cameras and various other security perimeter devices that are "secret". He's rearranged the furniture so the dining room looks like a lab. I'm afraid to ask what he's done to his bedroom.

He also insists my car is a submarine and often won't let us out of the house through the "airlock" (aka... the front door) unless we've checked that we have our space helmets on securely, because, you know, you can't breath vacuum...

And where did he learn about Area 51, anyway?

Oh... OK... so it was probably from me...

But still...