I am trying to keep the noise factor around our house down, within reason. When the kids scream at the top of their lungs, I try to gently persuade them that there are better ways to play. However, there's nothing that satisfies little boy urges like a good solid screamfest, and I distinctly remember that feeling (having been the unfortunate bearer of the same tendency only thirty years ago, myself). So I try to be understanding, and keep my rebukes to the minimum, when a good screech party is in session. Instead of telling them to stop altogether, I marvel at their abilities and then try to redirect after a little while.
Yesterday, in absence of my participation, I overheard Skyler affirming his own abilities, creating his own little marvel-fest.
SCREECH! This was followed by a murmur of self-approval. "Wow, dat wuv youd!" ["Wow, that was loud"--I recognized it instantly as a quotation from me, and nearly howled with laughter myself.]
SCREECH! "Wow, dat wuv youd!"
He entertained himself like this for quite a while.