Last night, I went into the closet to get a pull-up for Caleb for bedtime. I couldn't get a totally accurate picture of what was waiting for me, because it was dark and it wouldn't have shown up properly. But somehow this....
was waiting for me at eye level, in the dark, as I bent down to where we keep the pull-ups. I am not ashamed to admit I screamed really, really loudly. So loudly that my throat hurt. And the next thing out of my mouth, at full volume, was "STEVE HORVATH!!".
I went into the boys' room and they were all laughing. Steve was almost crying. He was rather proud of himself. And then Caleb kept copying my scream and yelling "Steve Horvath!".
Good times in a house full of boys.