I was deep in sweet, sweet slumber, living a life divine. (I assume C was too as his buzz saw melody wove through my dream.) Then it happened. Just as Ragnar Lothbrok took the broom from my hand and began to clean my kitchen floor, I was jolted by our sons commanding voice. Without a hint of restraint or pre-dawn volume control, he delivered a public health address with the enthusiasm of an auctioneer on fire. “Dad, Mom!! I just saw this commercial.This guy is amazing.It’s a workout-T25.He gets you in good shape and you lose lots of weight.” C stirs with a grumble. I open my eyes and bid adeu to Ragnar. Silence. As we lie motionless, in desperate hope of L’s departure and a few more minutes of shut-eye, he tosses out this lovely zinger, “This is where the no offense part comes in…”