like a trumpet on the ear

I'm heating up an apple dumpling for breakfast and feeling moderately guilty about that considering I already had a bowl of raisin bran when I saw Nate out the door this morning. While eating my first breakfast, I was singing through my chews "If I were a rich man..." when Nate chimed in "Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum."

I hope I always notice moments like that.