I've been to Disney World a few times with my extended family, including with my son and three nieces. Around the time they were in the four to seven-year-old age range, getting character autographs was a Very Big Deal. We did what every other parent of that age group seemed to be doing: We bought a Disney autograph book and they systematically worked their way through the parks, autograph books clutched in their hands.
Parallel strips of golden brown goodness on chops and steaks may scream "summer cooking," and fill you with a longing for the sun, but grill marks are, in fact, quite dumb. I don't say this because my apartment-dwelling ways have left me lacking in the grill department. I say this because Meathead Goldwyn (undisputed Grill King) told me so, and because it makes sense.