9:45pm (i.e. way, way too late for little boys to still be awake).
Peeking through a crack in the doorway into the boys' bedroom.
Oh last week sometime, I lose track.
My god, how can they STILL be awake? Seriously.
Two toddler boys, each in their own cribs, each peering down at the floor where they have strewn/thrown every item of clothing, pillow, blanket and stuffed "friends" from said crib.
N: Oh! I have a good idea!
J: Oh! A good idea!
N: We need a rope!
J: Oh! A rope!