Please do come beat the crap out of H, and bring by a gallon of milk while you're about it (Hey, Chicki!). if the kids don't want their milk, I can always bathe in it. If you're in true fighting mode, you can whack all these naughty husbands upside the head. Chicki needs a gallon of milk, too.
I guess I shouldn't ask, but do you happen to have any of your wife's poems handy?
