All in Their Heads

At present, my boys are marching around the house, in pj's and animal masks, with fly "swoppers" in hand and solemnly high-fiving us over and over (luckily not with the swoppers). The procession only pauses when they enter our tiny, one-person shower--together--to drive to destinations unknown. But Sweety is no fool. He's careful to remind Smarty that when they drive, they'd better leave their swoppers outside the vehicle, lest the driver be distracted and instigate a terrible crash.


Man, I wish I still had that quality of imagination in me!