I'm thinking, "Did someone call and I missed it? If it's this late on a Saturday, is it some weird call from the ward?" I walk out of the room to find Honey and I say, "Who?" And then Honey's finger is thrust in my face:

"Hi Beth! I'm Mr. Happy!"
You see, there was a cut on his finger from work. While I was not paying attention, he grabbed a pen, turned the cut into a face, then started "talking" to me with it by opening and closing the wound.
How can you suppress a smile at something as silly as that? Eye-roll worthy, definitely, but very clever...
