My daughters were entertaining themselves in the kitchen with a stack of seaweed paper and rice. They were both up on the counter rolling tiny sushi cigars and giggling them away until their teeth turned green. But they must have gotten bored of this at some point, because a few minutes later Clara came down the steps and found me at the computer. “I have something for you, Daddy.” she said. There was a twinkle in her eye that I immediately found suspicious. “What’s that?” I asked. She held a shriveled roll of seaweed towards me. “Lydia and I made this new thing.” I squinted at the shiny green disco taquito. “What is that exactly?” I said, making sure to avoid any motion that…