right now all four of them are in the bathtub. Okay, only three (10, 8, and 2) are actually in the tub, and the four-year-old is playing next to the tub. The older two are keeping up a steady stream of chatter about random school events and other things, and Owen, the two-year-old, is repeating over and over again: “What you guys TALKING about? What you guys TALKING about?”

This is why I find having four sons tiresome…as soon as I typed that, Owen decided to throw a large cup of water at my (fully-clothed) four-year-old.