If you'd have told me five years ago that I'd be sleeping with a Power Ranger doll wedged under my sacrum, I'd have checked my butt for flying monkeys. But indeed, Jackson's lately become obsessed with little helmeted dolls that shout incomprehensible things like "Thunder Storm Ranger Form!" and "Wild Force Mega Sword, Combine!" These words have a poetic sort of dream logic, I think; they remind me of that scene in Bandits where Billy Bob Thornton* wakes up suddenly and hollers, "Beavers and ducks!" Unfortunately, these doll phrases viciously stick in your head until the day you find yourself daydreaming at the head of the line at the post office, and when the guy at the window says, "Next!" you reflexively thrust out your Express Mail envelope and bellow, "CRIMSON BEETLE SWORD!"

*I loves me some Billy Bob Thornton