"Uncle Jake, Daddy says you found aliens on the moon!"

Jacob sighed and glared at his brother over Claire's head.

"It wasn't actually me, Claire-bear, and it wasn't actually aliens. They found a robot head."

"Did you talk about it on your radio show? I listen sometimes even though Mommy and Daddy don't like it."

"I talked about it all over the place," he laughed bitterly. "A word to the wise for my favorite niece - don't get into science when you grow up. No more room for genius there."

"I'm going to be a genius when I grow up," Claire said firmly. "So I'll be an artist. There's always room there, right?"

"There's room for you wherever you want."

"Good! Now tell me about the robot head! I wanna draw it for you."

Jimmy was rolling his eyes behind his daughter, so Jacob grinned at the little girl and settled down in front of her with great dignity.

"It's like a human head, but silver all over, and with eyes like the stuff your kaleidoscope is made of..."