The price of a few minutes alone is having your four youngest children use a bottle of conditioner to turn the bathroom into a skating rink. 

Peter: It's mine.

Mom: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it does.

Peter kept hitting me on the head with a bopper sword. After a few times I noticed before he did that he'd sing, "la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la..." and after he hit me he'd sink down. No more Awkward Avaidance Viking for that kid.