This morning Ian's class held an event called "Doughnuts for Daddy," a wholesome enough sounding name. I am a dad, and I do enjoy the occasional sample of "Homer's Kryptonite," AKA doughnuts, so I was in.
In retrospect, I can't help but think that they were performing some sort of scientific research. For example, the question could be phrased as, "What happens when you take eighteen three-year-olds and give them Dunkin Donuts munchkins, Orange Juice and an audience?"
The answer is, in about fifteen minutes they'll need to be taken outside, because the transformation into hummingbirds is causing them to careen off the walls. Perhaps that was the second part of the experiment, to see what kind of altitude they can reach.
(By the way, in a few weeks they're going to do this again, only it'll be "Muffins for Moms." It's all about the alphabet, y'see.)