In the spirit of Ol' Saint----no....I mean Ol' SLICK Nick!

At the end of dinner, the exuberant Beelzebubs began chasing each other, running and screaming throughout the downstairs.

Cindy promptly moved to direct their annoying energies to more fruitful endeavors--they were tasked with clearing off the table.

After further groans, complaints, and other crass behavior, they were further directed to load the dishwasher and wash and dry the other dishes.

Cameron suddenly had to go poop. Erin thought he was pulling a 'Slick Nick,' but when Cindy checked on him and began mega-gagging, they accepted that his excuse was valid.

From his throne Cameron then chortled, 'I've been saving up my poop until Mom had a job for me to do!'

Thus is the 'Slick Nick' further refined by succeeding generations of ingenious progeny.

It almost brings tears to my eyes....or is that just due to the fumes?