A couple of nights ago the weather was pleasant enough that we spent an hour outside in our backyard after dinner playing games and throwing sticks for the dogs. Leta cajoled Jon into a game of The Princess Gets To Boss You Around, and at one point she pretended to lock him up in a faracialous prison. What kind of prison? Faracialous. FAH-RAY-SHUL-US? Yes, faracialous. You could go ahead and ask Leta what exactly that means, but she will tell you that if you don’t already know THEN IT’S NOT WORTH HER TIME TRYING TO EXPLAIN IT. Didn’t you people graduate from college or something?