Roger That

Number One Son, Queenie & The Flying Monkey were running through the house after getting dressed for bed tonight.

Walkie Talkies received from Santa Claus were being played with very loudly. I intercepted a walkie talkie from Number One Son as he ran through the den and past me.

Me (into the walkie talkie): "NO RUNNING."
Queenie (responding through the walkie talkie): "Roger that, Momma."