This afternoon I was making dinner, and I put on This American Life's story "Held Hostage." I had listened to part one and most of part two in the car yesterday. The third act was about a man who had narcolepsy and catoplexy - every time he experienced strong emotion, he'd just keel over. He couldn't move or speak, but he was fully conscious (so I don't know how they call it narcolepsy - because I thought you had to be sleeping for that, but whatever...).
After most of the story had unfolded, Mary Grace, who was sitting at the kitchen table coloring, looked at me with big brown eyes and said, "Mommy, is this the sad channel?"