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At the end of every show, the weary Boohbahs climb into their spaceship, bed down in snuggly, podlike bunks and close their eyes. Wood compares the process to the way children learn that cell phones or electric toys have to go into a recharger. Peculiar--but it makes a certain uncanny, ineffable child sense, like that laughing baby sun in Teletubbies. "There's always one or two people--they're in the minority--who don't like the baby sun," Wood sighs. "And they'll say to me, I hate that baby! And you say, Oh dear, how sad that is. But that's how it is: either you're into this and you accept that there's an alternative world of childhood, or you're not."