Fun from toeses to noses

Julie and I were eating hummus, tabouleh and some sort of yummy seaweed-flecked rice chips she'd just picked up at Panini's, and heard a high-pitched whirring sound coming from the basement.

"They're not playing with power tools are they?" she asked. "Probably ... but I'm sure they're much safer with Lizz," I replied.

"Mmmmph. This hummus is really good, isn't it?"

For the record: Prior to this, there were no small boys sticking pretzels in their noses, pretending to be walruses. And there was absolutely no hysterical laughter. I'm pretty sure nobody played hockey in the shower either.