Layton likes to roar. It doesn't matter if we're in public or at home; the boy will turn into a dinosaur. Or dragon. Or superhero. Cracks me up every single time. I try to gently remind him that we don't just go around roaring in public. Wait, everyone already knows we are that family anyway, so I guess we can go around roaring for fun.
Do you ever want to roar? Sometimes I do. If I am particularly stressed or feel overwhelmed with my schedule, I have been known to scream and roar while I'm driving. Only when I'm alone in the car do I roar. I can't even begin to imagine what sort of crazy my children would come up with if I let it all out with them in the backseat.
