“I can’t hear you when I’m wrecking!”

We watched “Wreck-It Ralph” last night and loved it. (John C. Reilly is one of my favorites. And I adored how Felix could speak Qbert-ese.) This morning I heard my son’s little fists banging on the wall in the hallway: “I’m gonna wreck it!” So I said, “Hi, Ralph!” Little man replied, “Mama, I can’t hear you when I’m wrecking.”