The other night, we were in the car and Dan was going on about how *he* was raising the kids alone and blah blah blah (he had them for an entire half a day while I was sicker than ever on Sunday)*, when, from the backseat we hear, "Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!"Yeah, if he were raising the kids, it would be words relating to horsepower or megabytes or some random gaming phrase (or even better - the really awesome 4-letter words we've already had a few run-ins with from his gaming habits).
But it's not. It's Doctor Who. I love my kid.
*Do I really need to point out he wasn't being serious?