Simba, redux.

I forgot to mention:

We had a family vacation this past week. Great fun up in the snowy mountainous bits of southern California. And as we began our trip:

I had the iPod connected to the car stereo and the Police classic "Canary in a Coalmine" was playing loud. In my rearview mirror, the two little Pinatas were alternating between playing air drums and air guitar.

Again, it is the circle of life. (Although it was interesting to explain - or, more accurately, attempt to explain - the significance of the canary in a coalmine metaphor to the elder of the little Pinatas.)