Scene: Its 7 a.m. this morning. Seth jumps on our bed (and us) full of vigor. He’s talking a mile a minute. Still tired, we shoo him off and tell him to go downstairs.

Marc: “For going to bed so early, I didn’t sleep too well last night. Seth kept kicking me. I finally dumped him in his own bed.”

Lisa: “Really? I slept great. That kid wiped me out yesterday. I swear he’s the anti-Christ sometimes.”

Long pause…

Lisa: “The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that putting a moat around his new room will be a really good idea. He may learn to swim that way. And if he does, at least it buys us some more sleep time.”

Marc: “No, I think we should electrify our bedroom door knob instead.”

Lisa: “That’s perfect! Then he’ll also learn to how to dance “The funky chicken.”