While he didn't hear any of my three incrementally more hostile calls to the dinner table from 10 feet away, my darling son could make out just fine what the space commander was saying on the computer game he was playing at the time.
After Cortlen's spaceship was inadvertently blown to smithereens by an alien warship, my son was instantaneously blessed with the miracle of healing.
"I'm ready to eat now!" Cortlen chirped as he sauntered into the kitchen.
He was about ready to plop himself into his seat when he noticed that there wasn't one.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Where's my chair?"
That's when I told him that because he was a no-show for his dinner reservation, he had been bumped to the second seating.
Cortlen had no idea what a "second seating" was, but he was smart enough to figure out that it wasn't desirable.
"Basically," I explained as I took a big, delicious bite of food, "It means that you can eat whatever is left over after everyone else is finished eating...that is, if I still feel like feeding you then."
"I COULDN'T HEAR YOU!" Cortlen screamed as he marched down the hallway to pout.
"Yeah right," whispered Camber under her breath.
"I HEARD THAT!" yelled the spaceship captain.