We're Tigers...ROARRRR!

Today the I sent the boys to their room to get underwear. (Skoebie was able to pee in the toilet last night! Hip Hip Hooray! So today his prize was to get to wear underwear like a big kid.) This is how they returned. "What are you doing Stew?" quickly became my question. "Playing Tiger...RROOOAAARRRR!" was his answer. How underwear on your head, growling and pretending to have claws equals a tiger I am not sure. Sometimes I wonder about this kid, other times I think...it must be his Dad's fault. I love the first picture the best because Stew is holding us his tiger claws, growling and giving a pirate smile while Skoeb is growling and holding his claws too. Although the next picture captures the essence of our rainy day morning...Watching Sesame Street on the TV and the boys running around in unders. Then there is poor Bo. He just doesn't know what to think about us. He tolerates us well though. Skoebie tonight was biting his ears. Bo didn't whine or whimper one bit. He just gave me the look of, "Mom, please make him stop." He is a very patient dog. For that I am blessed.