I like that and I plan to use it.

As a dad who's done his share of disciplinin' and screamin' as well as quieter forms of persuasion and attitude adjustment, I'll just say sometimes the words just come out all wrong. In the heat of the moment, I've called my kids by the wrong name, the dog or cat name, or just been downright incoherent, I'm sure.

*nods* to brian.

numerous times.

Screaming is the sole method of communication at the house next to ours. Mom will be in the back yard or in the house and the girls in the front, and they will holler at the top of their lungs instead of just wandering over and asking their question. They all pile into the minivan together and scream at each other (and slam the doors so our windows rattle), and you can hear them screaming at each other inside their house though all the are windows closed. Also, the girls derive all of their entertainment from shrieking. When they talk to my dog, it's happily but at the top of their lungs. Trampolining requires screaming. Sometimes a friend from up the street will come over and they will stand in the front yard and just scream at the tops of their lungs.

Yeah, could you turn up the stereo, please?

I scream.
You scream.
We all scream for... pineapple pie.

Paul: heh, our neighbor kid used to go to the trampoline at the house kitty-corner to ours until they got their own. Maybe neither set of parents wanted to deal with the lawsuit involved when someone breaks their neck on it.

Brian: nicely played. : D