I had to write this down before I forgot it. Actually now that I think about it, I do want to forget. I'll go ahead and write about it anyways so that someday my kids will know why I have grey hair.

So I'm sitting in the living room reading a book, the house is quiet, but not quiet enough to think that something is wrong, just a perfect quiet. Then I hear Parker scream from the bathroom, "No Hunter, don't wipe me!" Remember that Parker is 4 and Hunter is 2.