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The boys are up before dark…I ask them to be quiet this morning, seeing as how it is 6:15 AM on a Holiday and the whole house is still sleeping, except these two (and well, me too, ok – just the women are sleeping) but still it’s kinda early for them to start a construction zone. Their all, yes sir Daddy, totally quiet over here, you’ll never even know we are up nonsense. Cut to doors being slammed in the kitchen, cereal being poured loudly, didn’t know you could even do that, and the general sound of two guys plotting out a strenuous day of pushing stuff around the floor.

Then they go back for a second bowl of cereal and apparently the milk runs low, so the 7 year old is trying to grab a full gallon out from behind some leftovers and the 5 year old is rythmically clapping for him like some kind of Zulu manhood ceremony is about to take place.

I come around the corner and the look on their faces is not one of sorrow for not being even a tiny bit quiet, or one of despair for how much trouble they might be in, but a look of complete disconnection at all. The 5 year old keeps up his warrior clapping the 7 year old has one milk jug in his left hand, the full gallon in his right trying to unlodge it from the evil grip of the leftover spaghetti, and all I can think to myself is…”why doesn’t anyone have on pants?”

Me – Where are your pants, or underwear?
7 Y.O. – Oh, we went to the bathroom.
Me – Where?
7 Y.O. – In your potty.
Me – So why are you standing bare-bottomed in my kitchen digging through the fridge?
7 Y.O. – (Laughing now, and noticing his half nude form) Oh, we must have forgot to put them back on.
Me – And why are you clapping?
5 Y.O – I wanted Augie to get the milk.

I cannot explain them, but sadly in many ways I completely understand them – must be the male brain.

Pee – eat – plot out fun….repeat!