He was contemplative a bit, spinning his fork in circles to pick up the long pasta, "Do you know Rudolph?"

"What?"

"The claymation special, the..."

"Yes, Sweetheart, I'm familiar with Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."

He chuckled and lowered his head. His voice was little more than a whisper, but to my surprise, he was singing, "We're a couple of misfits. What's the matter with misfits? That's where we fit in."

I burst out laughing because it was so unexpected. I worried he might think I was laughing at him, so I... also keeping my voice at a whisper... sang, "We may be different from the rest. Who decides the test...