Yesterday we celebrated my 6-year-old's birthday. One of his presents was a Lego Batman alarm clock, and he loves it. As my wife pulled it out of the packaging, she told him you have to hit the head to stop the alarm from sounding.

Well, as we continued opening presents, I set the alarm just a few minutes out so we could hear what it did. I was hoping for a gravelly "I'm Batman"--no such luck. When the alarm went off, my little guy held Lego Batman down with one hand, and with the other hand, repeatedly slapped Batman across the face, much like an interrogator trying to get someone to talk. We were all dying laughing. And my boy kept it up, forehanding then backhanding, because that alarm wouldn't stop. I imagined him saying: "Talk, Batman! Where is your secret lair!".

Ah, the simple joys of parenting.

Some photos of the interrogation of Lego Batman: