"I'm also available for weddings and bar mitzvahs..."

So the other day I heard insane noises coming from outside. (Oh - and I also heard every dog in a 1-mile radius barking and howling.) I finally discovered Ry on my master deck putting on a concert for the neighborhood. He'd dragged Emma's karaoke machine out there, got himself up on a chair (not the safest thing he's ever done, but not the most dangerous either) and was doing witch cackles, etc. with the microphone on full blast and maximum echo. And yes, he was in his pajamas.