Is there anything more delightful than the sound of twenty-four crayons pitter-pattering to the floor after flying through the air, regrettably just out of reach of the one whose job it is to dole out grapes and ensure that no fun is had, ever?
To Charlie, the answer would seem to be no.
Meet my new research assistant.
Here he is helping me edit a draft of my dissertation. Really should have put some page numbers in that.