I should send you my boggan. Except he's off at Miranda's today.

Imagine: a little knock at your front door. You open it, and there's no one there -- no, wait: you look down and spy a toddler, all bundled up so that you can see only his eyes, holding a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other.

"Boom?" he says, and trundles past you into your house, all business. Once there, alas, he drops the broom and becomes completely distracted by chasing cats with glee, pulling books off your shelves, and spilling teacups while investigating the contents.