June 30, 2010

You'd think after 22 months I would know that when you don't hear anything for a few minutes in a row, something naughty is probably going on. In a matter of about three minutes on their own, the boys found a couple pieces of Styrofoam in one of our packing boxes and proceeded to pull them apart one little static-y ball at a time. They were happy as can be, thick as thieves, sitting as close together as possible, giggling at each pull. Talk about trouble!