The Natives Are Restless

When the boys were babies, I remember trying to sneak showers in as fast as I could. After all, they might wake up and start crying or something. Well, not much has changed ... except I now have to double-bolt the locks on my doors and cross my fingers there isn't a fight going on when I get out. Took my shower this morning, and came out to this mayhem. Wait, I'm not being fair. I referred to "they" but really, the king of the Lost Boys can be seen resting on his sofa pillow throne below. Poor H is home sick, so he was just trying to avoid getting trampled on.