 My nephew's running by one day. He's about eight years old. I look at him. I go, where's he going? My sister says he's going to go rollerblading. I said, really? I thought he was going to disarm a nuclear device. The kid looked like the Michelin Man, covered all in foam rubber and plastic. She said, I don't want him to get hurt. He could take a semi at 60 miles an hour. I like butter on my pancakes.