A little story:
Tonight I asked the girls what kind of sandwich they wanted: ham, turkey, or roast beef.
Jeff, thinking he is the king of comedy, pipes up from the living room, "nose bleed? did you say ham, turkey, or nose bleed?"
Sophie, rolling her eyes completely out of her head, says back, "Daddy, it's roast bees, not nose bleed. ROAST BEES."
And that is all. I'm tired. :)