My eight-year-old embraces some interesting sources of truth. We were coming home from the grocery store recently when he asked, "Dad, do you believe in the Bermuda Triangle?"

"Jack," I replied, "if you're asking me if I believe that this place exists, my answer is yes. If you're asking me if I believe all the mysterious stories about ships and planes disappearing, no: I think that's all baloney."

"Well, Dad," Jack said with a note of defensiveness, "I believe in it. And I bet you want to know why."

"Yes, Jack. I do."

"Well, I was watching Scooby Doo …"