I’m such a lightweight. My earlier dose of allergy meds pretty much left me incapacitated. All I could do was lie on the couch in the computer room as the little man did a convincing imitation of his mother…by making use of two computers at once. I’m still a bit fuzzy, but I have a clear memory of him watching not one, but two styles of claymation, each starring dynamic duos. On my machine he played some Gumby and Pokey clips. On the husband’s, Wallace and Gromit. I’ve created a monster.