A conversation in our house on Saturday morning.
Secondborn: "Daddy, do you see this wooden bow? I don't have a wooden bow. I need seven wood to make a wooden bow in Terraria. Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? Oh, he is sleeping." ::chuckles:: "Wif a wooden bow I can shoot all the zombies in Terrarria. I will need wooden arrows, too. I need more wood to make wooden arrows..."
This went on in an unbroken stream for another five minutes, at least.
I swear, I was trying to sleep in a house with the three noisiest people -- and the loudest firk ding blast cat -- in the entire world.