I love that every day of my life, my children are sure to say amazingly profound things that enrich my life. Katie, who's as skinny a child as you'll meet this side of Africa, is showing me her design for a bird house. "And I'm going to make the door extra big, in case the bird is obese and can't use a normal size door." Really? How, young lady, who moonlights as a breaker and enterer through tiny slits of window openings when people lock themselves out of their homes, did it ever cross your mind to accomodate a fat bird?