RJ caught me lying down in bed today, somewhere around 3:30pm. That never happens, and he was shocked. So when he busted into my bedroom, very much like Kramer from Seinfeld, the conversation went like this:
RJ: "MOM! What are you doing in here??" (as if I were breaking a law)
Me: "Just trying to get a little peace and quiet. What's up?"
RJ: "Peas?? Why would you want peas? I hate peas! And I'm not crazy about 'quiet' either!"