Alex, when I scolded her and swatted her bum (that's how someone who doesn't believe in spanking justifies spanking) for trying to wake-up Noah for the 50th time last night: Laughing in my face, "You spank my bum! That tickles!" followed by more hysterical laughter.
Me, when I finished reading "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Buying and Selling a Home" and then contemplated putting an offer on a home next week: an almost anxiety attack which I tried to fight off by laying on the floor and doing some deep breathing (while Alex yelled at me to get up and feed her her cereal).
Paul, on his last day as a medical student: who knows, we haven't seen him all day. He left before we were awake and still isn't home. Yes, it's midnight.