What the yell?

In certain places and circumstances, yelling is expected. Fun, even.

A football game. A roller coaster. A concert. ["FREEBIRD!"] 

In other places, yelling is not expected. Not fun. Really, the pits for everyone involved. 

Like, say, my kitchen. At my half-clothed children, making syrup monsters with their waffles, when the clock is at five past We Are Late For School Again.


Or Whole Foods. When a five-item shopping trip turns into WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES.