This remains the eternal question: Why is it that Thundering Herd of Elephants is best played in the middle of the night. We were playing so hard last night that Dad heard us at 1:34 am. He couldn't see which of us was playing but we rumbled up the stairs, into the bedroom, made a U-turn, and back down the hall, and possibly back down the stairs. As a plus, there was no hissing, so it was just us having a big fun time.
Last weekend, Josie was very interested in Dad's glass of milk, so Dad was nice enough to give her the remnants of what was left. We don't get a lot of milk, but we do enjoy a little sip every now and then.