That's right, the Hungarian escape artist so hated the perils of pre-kindergarten -- so hated coloring between the lines and tracing capital letters and rhyming "dog" with "hog" and dealing with chirpy teachers trying to tame the constant donnybrook of 4-year-olds at war -- that he started devising clever ruses to flee his chalky captors. When forced with the hell of pre-K, his mind worked overtime, concocting glorious escape plans of ditching school. Sometimes this included tears and flailing and dry heaves and Band-Aids and fake sleep and a sudden dislike of chicken nuggets. Never give up, he reasoned, even when your father is on the verge of breakdown. Yep, that's how Erik Weisz became Houdini.

Coming soon: The Amazing Kid Lulu.

Happy Tuesday everybody.