Ding!

John has lots of bathtub toys. Some of his favorites include three rubber ducks and a plastic fish.

[The slightly bigger duck is the daddy duck, the one with the crown is the mommy duck, and the slightly smaller one is the baby duck. You better keep it straight, too, or John will correct you pretty damned quick.)

So he's playing in the tub tonight, and he's got the duck family on the side of the tub, along with the fish. And John is providing the dialogue.

"Look family, I caught a fish. Let's cook it. Then we can eat it."

And then he starts humming, and I'm like, "what's the humming?" And I can't figure it out until he says "ding! Fish is ready! I cooked it. Let's eat."

The boy was impersonating a microwave oven. Because that's where dinner comes from.

Worst. Parents. Ever.