A few days ago, I was driving The Mother Ship (minivan) with the kids in the back. The boys, ages 6 and 8, were reaching across the seat between them, going “chomp! chomp!” toward one another. Hoping to avert a brawl, I was about to tell them to keep their hands to themselves, when I heard the younger one say, “Chomp! I’m a Venus flytrap!” I thought that was cute. Then, the older one responded, “Well, I’m a Jupiter flytrap. I’m bigger!”