The other night, we watched the movie, Mr Popper's Penguins. Have you seen it? It's based on the super cute children's book, and big fat surprise... the boys loved it. They laughed themselves silly. They climbed all over their parents' heads whilst we were attempting to sit on the couch, and enjoy a family movie night like a normal mom and dad. They made super sonic loud penguin honk noises in our faces. They scampered. They frolicked. They frisked. I'm not sure how they were able to watch the movie at all, actually...
Finally, blessed relief, the movie was over after 95 painful minutes. I began getting things ready to take the boys upstairs for bed, when...
Lucas came scampering down the stairs. Wearing only a happy smile. What are you doing? Where are your clothes? (Seriously. If I had a dollar for every time I asked that question...) Without a word, (obviously, because penguins don't talk.) Lucas plopped down on the floor and began sliding across the dining room on his belly like a penguin. In his birthday suit, because, well, don't be silly. Penguins don't wear clothes, do they? It honestly didn't look very comfortable. Have you ever slid across a harwood floor on your belly without clothes on? Me either. But they didn't complain. If the tag from their t-shirt is touching them, you had just better stop whatever you are doing and alert three police cars and a fire truck, because it is serious business. But scooting along on a hard floor on your bare torso? Totally fine. You just honk really loud to cover the sound of your exposed flesh skidding on the hardwoods.
I refrained from getting out my camera for this particular event, so here is a picture of how the boys saw themselves. I don't know who that fourth guy is. The poodle?
Really, it's just a typical night at our house.
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