The youngest was singing today. Have I mentioned that our family can't sing? It was very poor quality and led to this loving discourse:
Me: Child, stop that warbling...
Youngest: (Warbling continues)
Me: Child, do you want me to kill you?
Youngest: (Warbling stops)No.(Warbling continues)
Youngest: Are you going to kill me?
Mom: Yes, and I'm going to hold you down...
Oldest: And I'm going to be in the background laughing...
Feel the love?