"Imagine that," Jerome commented on his son's dragon story, as he entered his daughter's room. He'd been up with the sun, but that was part of his routine. He'd come over with the paper to read with his daughter over his grandson's cartoons, and had earlier excused himself to the little boy's room -- where he had been during his son's entrance. "Dragons are nothing to a Wood. Levon's been channeling Achilles for days now."