 You children will have to hurry and get out of here now. Mrs. Pettibone and Mrs. Bullard are coming over to consult me about the opera. I'll get right out, Unc. Uh, I could play outdoors if I knew where my football was. Uh, it's in the laundry hamper upstairs. Gee, thanks, Unc. I'll do the same for you sometime. Yes, yes. Oh, solo mio, da-da-da-da. ¶¶