"Dad!  Dad!" you shout, sprinting through the kitchen and into the dining room.

    You're so excited that you don't even notice Ghandi walking from the dining room into the kitchen carrying a large emptied bowl of beans.

    The two of you collide, and you are sent flying backward.

    "Sorry, Brad," says Ghandi continuing on his way, unphased.

    You don't get up until the next day.