Miles thinks he has come up with an ingenious new slogan for Jell-O. I tell him, "Honey...I think (singing) 'Jay, eeeeey, ellll-ellll, Oh!' is working quite well for the folks there at Kraft Foods." He is rather hyper because, while we now drink decaffeinated coffee, he's a bit heavy-handed with the sugary creamer.

He shakes his head spiritedly. "No! Listen: 'Hello? —Eat Jell-O!' [delivered cockatiel-style.] Isn't that awesome? It's like a parrot, get it!?" I stood there shaking my head, wondering how my no-nonsense husband was able come up with something so daffy. I was also wondering why he thought a parrot's voice should sound like Humphrey Bogart, but I digress.

This conversation is over a week old. Every time Miles hears the word "hello" in my presence, he returns in his macaw-laced-with-Bogart imitation, "Eat Jell-O!" It's really quite humorous. And contagious. I called him yesterday, and when he greeted, "Hello?" I unthinkingly replied, "Eat Jell-O!" in a really stupid impression of any voice—bird or celebrity. He was thrilled. "See! See! I really have something there!"

Sure ya do, Hon....Suuuuuure you do.