Sunday night at the comedy club

Simon is looking at a Wiggles reel on the viewmaster.

Simon: I see Wiggles!

Beloved: Yes, and they're in stereo.

Tristan, from the next room: No, they're in Aus-tra-li-a.

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Less than an hour later, we're getting the boys ready for bed. Simon walks into the closet and pulls the door closed behind him.

Me: Oh no! Where's Simon?

Simon, muffled: Inna closet.