Last night, while Vivienne and I played games in the car, Ryan ran into Lowe’s to get a crow bar (he’s replacing our front and back door today… pictures will follow). Minutes later, he popped back in the car, crow bar in tow. I said something like, “Nice crow bar!” From her back seat, Vivienne asked enthusiastically, “Can I have a piece of Daddy’s crow bar?” Knowing that she inherited my sweet tooth, I realized immediately that she assumed a crow bar must be a crunchy nougat doused in a chocolate coating with a sweet coconut dusting. If only…