For Camp Sweatshop today, I said, "Make me a sammich!" And The Dormouse said, "Dude, I'm only five, I can't reach the counter. How about a popsicle? I have a great recipe." And then she started giving me lists of things she would need and that I should get her immediately. And then she insisted I videotape her so you all could have the recipe too. And somehow, then she suddenly became The Next Food Network Star, directing the action and telling me what to say and where to point the camera. She is a harsh director; you generally just do what she tells you.