Mayhem

When I vacuum, the boys always beg to take the cushions off the couch, and I don't think it's due to an overwhelming concern over the hidden crumbs.

Today they carried them down the hall, pretending it was a river or bridge or something. The story changes often.

What's that in the background, Andrew?

Just that Virginia heritage coming through, I guess.

The tyrant arises, however, only to inflict a similar punishment on the unsuspecting brother.

They always end up in a pile and usually there is no crying.

Definitely no crying here. Matthew is the master of mayhem.