Priceless repetitions.

I don't know what possessed the Wife to yell out, "Boobs!" from the other room while Mozart and I were waiting for her to take over on his bath.

But she did, odd as it was, and the completely priceless response from the dear young  man in the tub was to squeal with absolute joy and declare, "Yeeeya!  She said BOOBS!"

We busted up.  Couldn't help it. 

That is all.