While he was brushing his teeth...
While we were waiting for my youngest son to come down the stairs from brushing his teeth hilarity ensued:
[Unidentified noise from upstairs]
Nan: "Drew? Are you okay?"
Drew: "Yes, why?"
Nan: "It sounds like you have a bad cough..."
Drew: "Oh. No."
Nan: "Well, what was that noise?"
Drew: "Oh. That was my power spitting."
Mark: [under his breath] "Lovely."
Nan: [face palm]
Yeah...it's never boring.