I finally waded through Avatar. Wow, what a pile of triteness repainted as a film. I did find some of the aliens reminiscent of Barlow, which was cool. However, cool design work does not a good story make. If I was a good ranter, I'd have just-too-many things to rant about.
Last night, bedtime was delayed as Hers Truly and I built a tent in the living room and used flashlights to make shadows on the ceiling.
Meanwhile, a recent game between mother and daughter includes talking as cats. "One says something, meow," and the other one replies with a "meow." All in character, of course.