Pipe Dreams

Little Brother is sitting at the dining room table, waiting for TheDad to finish making toast so they can have breakfast. He's keeping himself amused by singing random bits of songs he knows.

"...what do you think of that?" he sang just now.

I couldn't think of what song he was singing, so I asked, "What do I think of what?"

"NOTHING!" he shouted in a very irritated voice. "Mom, I want some privacy!"

"You're sitting at the dining room table singing, and you want privacy?! How much privacy do you think you're going to get over there?"

"A LOT!"