So the little girl who lives in the house behind our house has learned to scream. This has become her main mode of communicating with her parents and with her sibling (the boy who despises bathing). She screams when she's excited, screams when she's happy, screams when she's angry, screams when she brushes her teeth or gets up in the morning or goes to bed at night. Like the puppy who finds the squeaker inside the squeaker toy, this girl has found her screamer, and boy is she gonna use it. One hopes, for her future husband's sake, that she will eventually unfind her screamer. For my own sake, I hope she will do so in the much shorter term.