New Girl, who likes to find new ways to get her daily intake of veggies, was sitting in my office eating a jar of baby food. As she stabbed at the bright orange mush with a too-large spoon, and pulled a face because the mush wasn't too tasty, I was winding up telling her about a work crisis that is no more. I flapped my arms a bit and trilled in a sing-song voice, "Sooooo it's aaaaalll sorted oooooooUUUUT!"
Two strangers walked past the door and looked in. I know it. We were a sight (and a sound).