Woof.

Woof.

On Sunday, Kley started saying "woof" after minor unfortunate things that happen. Such as...

The dishwasher is full. Woof.
My favorite pair of pants are dirty. Woof.
It's raining outside. Woof.

At first, I thought it was annoying and I told him to stop. Then he told me where it's from (watch the clip above), and now I think it's absolutely hilarious.

So, since Sunday, we have been saying "woof" to each other and laughing every time. We'll see how long we think it's funny for...

(I also want to go watch Home Alone now.)