As it happens, Lisa and I aren't the only ones who discuss detailed criminal cases just before going to bed. Amelie's favourite book at the moment is 'What the Ladybird Heard', a complex crime thriller for the under-fives, in which a couple of cat burglars attempt to diversify their business by stealing a cow. It's basically Ocean's Eleven on a farm. And if you haven't read it to Amelie at least twice by 7pm, she refuses to go to bed.
So there I was on the sofa last night, wondering how Hefty Hugh and Lanky Len might give me an insight into the Casey Anthony case, and I reached the point in the story when the fat red hen starts baa-ing like a sheep in the middle of the night. Whereupon Amelie pointed at the bad man on the right in this picture...
... and asked me who it was. Naturally, as a literary expert with my finger on the crime fiction pulse, I told her it was Lanky Len. So she pointed at the chap on the left and said "That one looks like you."
I said "Hugh?"
She said "No, YOU, Daddy."
And they say kids don't respect their elders any more. Still, I was right about it giving me an insight into the Casey Anthony case. I'm beginning to know how she felt.