The youngest son was Dewey, a mischievous little imp who seemed to spend a lot of time inhabiting his own private world where everything was happy.
Sometimes to this day when I get crabby about unspecified annoyances of life Spouse orders me into Dewey mode.
- Dewey: Mom, can I have a story?
- Lois: Once upon a time, there was a little boy that made his mom so crazy she decided to sell him to a circus.
- Dewey: An evil circus?
- Lois: No, a nice one with monkeys.
- Dewey: Thank you.