I am becoming increasingly pleased with my older son's use of his imagination while playing. During some sort of interplanetary battle he was creating dialogue between two space pilots, and one cried out desperately for some "galactic toothpaste".
When I asked what it was for, wondering if there was some hygienic hubris to this history, he stated that it was for defeating the bad guys. Maybe my lectures on tooth brushing have gone too far or maybe he's more creative than I thought. Or maybe both are true.
Whatever the basis, I am happy to be alive with people like him near me.