My son Sean (5) is on a Viking kick. We got “The Vikings” (starring Kirk Douglas and Tony “Yonda is my Fadduh’s castle” Curtis in this late 50s potboiler). It was a baaaaad film, but Sean was transported. It had swords and long boats with dragon’s heads, and battles, and great roaring feasts with everybody drinking mead out of horns and axe throwing competitions and guys getting their eyes attacked by falcons and… oh, everything! So for the last two weeks, he’s been poring over his Viking book and making paper drinking horns or little Lego Viking camps. Today, he announced with pleasure that he was having honey on his oatmeal “cuz I’m a Viking” (Vikings ate honey). It’s amazing how such a simple thing as honey can feed the imagination.