"BUT, YOU DON'T NEED A CELL PHONE!!!"

It was a lovely morning here in Rochester as I read email on the back porch, when my charming son bellowed from a very close 2nd floor window:

"DAD, IT'S TIME TO MAKE THE PANCAKES!"

The birds scattered; Jim, next door, fell in the pool and traffic stopped on the main drag a block away. [Not really.]
Daddy: "You don't have to yell. I can hear you."
To which he replied, with no less volumn, the titled quote above...