Mostly Harmless

So, what happens when you allow your almost-ten-year-old son (who would still drag around his baby blanket a la Linus if you allowed it) to read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?

The answer is, he now wants to drag a towel around where ever he goes (and until I put my foot down, it was one of my best towels).

"Did you sass that hoopy Boy? There's a frood who knows where his towel is."