I just put Schmoo to bed. As I was tucking him in, he has an epiphany, "MOM! You know those old bells that you shake to ring? I want one of those so that I can ring it and Dad can take my breakfast order and then I'll ring it and you'll bring my food to me. That would be AWESOME! And I could ring for the DS, and ring for my books, and ring for my..." I think my look let him know that the only ringing going to happen around here is someone's neck.
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