I am taking an important phone call when I have to ask Fin to "please stop bouncing those balls" (our house is very echoey and sound resonates loudly on these old wood floors).
"FINE. Then we'll just go in the other room! C'mon, Twoballs!"
A sign that life does, indeed, go on? Having to stifle laughter at your child while you're on the phone with the funeral home.