I Have to Laugh...

...or else I would cry. And then go crazy.
When trying to keep up with the endless laundry and picking up as a result of our run-in with the Noro Virus this weekend, I thought that Sam and Nate were playing a little too nicely together. It was too quiet. I went to go check things out. Turns out they weren't playing (which is why they weren't beating the tar out of eachother). Nate was having fun in the remnants of Caroline's beanbag chair.

I could have turned it into an experiment in the intricacies of static electricity. But I was a bit overwhelmed. So all I could do was record it for posterity.

I can hear my mother now. Go ahead - Have another one.