So the other night we’re eating dinner and my son is looking in the refrigerator. He asks: “What does Dan mean?”

“Well, that’s a name. Short for Daniel.” He isn’t satisfied, and asks again. “Do you mean Danimals? We have some Danimals yogurt in the fridge.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

A minute or two passes. Finally he expands the question: “What does God Dan mean?”

uh-oh…