When I got home to the Trenches after work last night, the boyz were plopped down at the table, eating a pizza that Hubby had picked up from our local joint, Harry's Pizza.
"Daddy got us pizza, momma!"
Me (joking with them): "Daddy just made you a pizza from scratch? How nice of him!"
"Noooo! He buyed it at Harry's!"
Me: "Harry? A man named Harry came and made you a pizza? Harry who?!"
And then Middle piped up, totally deadpan and without missing a beat,
Thatsa my boy. Not just "musical" but witty as well. Watch out ladies.