Justin takes plastic bottle of Sierra Mist out of freezer.
Justin: I left it in there too long.
Me: Is it frozen?
Justin: Not all the way.
Justin takes off cap and looks inside
Justin: It's not even -
Interruted by enormous pop and spray of Sierra Mist over our living room area, tiny chunks of Sierra Mist ice hit my shirt. The bottle is spraying as if we'd dropped in a Mentos and Justin's solution is to put the mouth of the bottle into his mouth and run like a crazy man into the kitchen as his cheeks puff out with pressurized soda and it foams out the sides of his mouth. He gets to the sink and we crack up hysterically.