Last night, as Peter and I lingered over dinner and the kids had already bolted from the table, we heard clanging coming from the dryer.

I looked over and just saw Finn's bum and legs coming out of the dryer. He was YELLING.

"Helllllllllllloooooooooooooooooo! Can you hear me! HELLO! HELLOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOO!"

I calmly looked at Peter and said "Do you see this? What is that? Is this normal?"

"Oh yeah! Completely. Do you know how cool his voice probably sounds inside the dryer?" Peter says.

I nod,  sort of getting it, as I am growing more and more proficient in boy these days.

After about 5 minutes, Finn stands up and bursts into the kitchen.

"WHOA! Mom, didjou hear how cool my talking was in the dryer?!!!?!?!?!" Finn said breathlessly while wiggling in place.

Peter gave me the 'I rest my case' face.

Fascinating.

I'm so glad I have an in house interpreter. It comes in so handy.

Happy Birthday my sweet and brilliant husband. I love my life with you.