This happened shortly after we got home tonight.
Vicky ran into the kitchen with Suki, calling, “Suki! Suki! Suki!” Suddenly, I heard her tone shift and she yelled a prolonged, “Whaaaaaa….”
I ran into the kitchen, asking, “Are you all right?”
Vicky lay there, face down on the floor, laughing hysterically.
Ladies and Gentlemen: My wife.