Quote of the Day: "But I'm not good at that!"

This afternoon we were driving in the car to the hospital for a pre-operative appointment for Owen's umbilical hernia surgery (it is scheduled for March 19). We had been to the pediatric surgeon last week, and somehow in the past few days all fear and anxiety over the upcoming operation has seemed to have evaporated. The boys were in great moods this afternoon (totally unfazed by the idea of surgery/hospital/pre-op-appointment/etc) and they were having a great time in the car fooling around and basically doing their normal stuff--- acting crazy and wild and out-of-control. It was starting to get to be a little too much. From the front driver's seat Braydon said to them "Guys you're getting too revved up. It is time to slow down and quiet down." They basically ignored this and kept on with their antics, including shouting/yelling/screaming whenever they'd see a car type they recognized on the highway (which is often since they recognize many makes and models). He said it again, this time more sternly and more loudly, "Guys, you're getting too revved up. It is time to slow down and quiet down." They both, in unison, started shouting, at the tops of their lungs, "An HHR!!!! An HHR!!!!! An HHR!!!!" I swung around from the passenger seat and yelled at the two of them, "Papi said to quiet down!!!!" Only about one notch quieter (i.e., still waaaay tooooo loud) they started in with screams of, "But it was an HHR! You missed it! An HHR! An HHR!" I swung back around: "THAT IS ENOUGH! NO YELLING!" This stopped them cold. More calmly I said, "Guys, you don't have to yell! We can hear you when you use your regular voice!" Owen, without batting an eye, came right back, "But I'm not good at that!"