This afternoon when I got home from work my wife took off with my oldest daughter leaving me with the two boys (ages two and six). I was sooo tired and I fell asleep on the couch. We have this thing we call “Lord of the Flies”… The two year old dumped a bag of tiny marshmallows on the floor in one room, and pulled all the tissues out of a tissue box in another. Then he crapped his pants, took them off and put the turd in the toilet. I really hope this is after he got the cinnamon cake loaf and was walking around chawing on it!

Oh, and he had torn off all his clothes.

All these things happened during the reign of “King Slackius IV”.