For some reason our house is Party Central for the neighborhood kids. Today we had (only) six of them over here… there would have been more, but Alex was gone at Scout camp.

Anyway, I was working in my basement office when I heard a blood-curdling scream from somewhere upstairs. Then another. Soon there was all sorts of screaming, so I ran upstairs to find out who had impaled themselves on a plastic lightsaber or whatever.

It turns out all of them were in the bedroom having– you guessed it– a contest.

“Dad,” said Zack, “we just wanted to find out who can scream the loudest.”