I was doing something super important. Can’t remember what now…paying bills, writing our Compassion child, trying to figure out the new healthcare. I can’t remember what it was but I do remember hearing delighted laughter from the kitchen. Always a bad sign. But I decided that I would never accomplish my important task if I didn’t ignore the revelry and just get it done. So I did…and when I had finished and bravely went into the kitchen to see what the boys had been so happy about, I wasn’t sure it was worth it. A bowl full of fresh pumpkin seeds and water had been dumped across the kitchen floor. The boys were washing the seeds, driving cars in the seeds, skating in the seeds, throwing them into the air, and stuffing them down Sweet Boy#2’s undies. Yep, Lord of the Flies. Right here in my house. I’m surprised that scientists aren’t knocking on our door begging to study our children. They would save tons of time. My boys can degenerate into their own primitive society in 10 minutes where they would have to get a desert island and a couple of weeks with other, less creative children. Science and Psychology and all things freaky, right here among us. Yeah me!