We have no chance...

Ok, so I get home a little late last night, and Shelley and Ryan have already eaten. I'm starting myself dinner, and Shelley asks, "are you guys going to get in the H-O-T T-U-B (spelling the word, to avoid getting R-Y-A-N excited for nothing...)...

... and immeditely Ryan comes into the kitchen saying, "MIMMING! MIMMING!"

We just looked at each other in amazement, and I said, "Ryan, you wanna go swimming?"

He turns around and starts heading for the door, "yeah, mimming"

We've got no chance at all... this kid is going to completely own us for the rest of our lives...