Little Boys Club

This past week while Jason was in the Netherlands for work called for desperate measures in terms of taking a shower. I decided to go out on a limb and trust the kids not to kill each other for 5 minutes each morning. So, we came up with the concept of "Little Boys Club" -- something they'd started on their own a few days before. During Little Boys Club they both go in to Wyatt's room and close the door so that they are by themselves with no adults and they quietly look at books together. Its actually a parents dream come true! But, of course, they think its something special for them. It's hysterical to eavesdrop on the conversations about fire trucks and dinosaurs. The only rule is that no one is allowed to get hurt. I was still a little nervous about leaving them without being about to hear any torture that might be taking place but I got over that pretty quickly. Two days ago while in the shower I heared crying and screaming from the bedroom. I just left them and it stopped quickly. Apparently there was an incident with a spilled glass of water and Malcolm was of course "soaked to the bone" as Wyatt said. When I finished my shower and went in there the glass had been refilled and the water somewhat wiped up. Happy Little Boy's Club.