You have been warned

"Mommy! It turns out that James doesn't like ballet," says Henry, as we are heading into the back yard to feed the dogs.

I am sure I have misunderstood. "He doesn't like what?"

"Really?" I consider whether Peter might have interrupted a You Tube viewing session devoted to best-of monster truck rally montages and firefighters leaping out of trucks to rescue kittens from the flames to show the boys a clip from Giselle. "Really?"

"Yes. And he said that if a ballet-er comes to our yard, he will fight her."