When my parents came back from spending Christmas in Maine, they brought some little souvenirs for Luke and Cindy. (And me. My moose head ornament is awesome :) Luke's present was a duck call and last night he was alternating eating chocolate ice cream and blowing the duck call. Finally he stopped eating his ice cream and gave me that look that said he was afraid of telling me he couldn't finish it. He finally came over to me and I quietly asked him if he was full. He quietly told me, "No, it's just that I can't finish the ice cream because now it kinda tastes like wood." Uncle Si never tells you those kinda things, you know?