Last night, da debbil paid a visit to our dinner table. There was much spilling of milk, mixing of condiments (Ok, who put the ketchup in the hummus?), standing on chairs, and just general mayhem. I put my foot down.
"Ok, that's it! Sit down, be quiet, and eat your dinners. No more standing up. No more getting out of your chairs. No more yelling. No more silly noises. No more singing! EAT!"
A silent pause. . .
"Daddy?"
"What is it, Aidan?"
"When I'm done with my dinner, I gonna sing ALL night."
I squirted water through my nose.
