Ed gets triple Canadiana points today. This morning we were discussing the small infant who lives below us who, for the last week has been screaming at the top of her small infant lungs each night at 11pm like clockwork (please note: we are not complaining about the small infant, we are simply discussing her as though she were an interesting plate of radishes). We figure the small infant might be teething, as she is around the right age for teeth to start appearing. Our conversation went like this:

Me: Small infant sure screams a lot.
Ed: Yeah, I think she’s teething.
Me: You mean it’s teething time?
Ed: *breaks into a passable imitation of Leonard Cohen* yes, it’s teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeethin’ tiiiime

I was audibly impressed that he did not go for the obvious and easy “Hammer Time” riff, instead busting out some excellent Leonard. Ed definitely wins this round – he even managed to get in a Tragically Hip reference in the car with regards to a Pho restaurant on the North Shore (for the record, it is sinking and Ed does not want to swim). I would doff my hat in his general direction, but I slept through shower time and therefore am using the hat to hide my unkempt mom hair.

I am so tired.